only you exist (t)here...

Mood: thinking
Listening to: Depeche Mode - In Your Room

The realization that a place no longer suits you is a difficult one when you've become attached to it. Slowly you pull away from it, and the distance gives it a harsh new light. It hurts my eyes...

the eyes are a window to the soul

Been a long and difficult week. There is a dense and heavy fog swriling around the city today, swallowing up areas at will. Hopefully its clearing tomorrow will trigger a clearing of things for me as well.

I wanted to go out and take photos in the beautiful fog this afternoon, but I was too ill. I have put one in my scraps here.
I couldn't decide if I liked it enough to put it in my gallery.

I often wish that you could organize your gallery here--a separate sectiion for your writing and other pieces. Things look so scattered, but then again, I guess that's how they take place.