Monday, May 24, 2004

A box of chocolates, tiny and heart shaped, in my desk drawer, bought on Valentines Day, bought in a momentary lapse of concentration.

We get home and it's so cold and very beautiful. Sometimes it feels like the only place you can see all the stars is in my Dad's back garden.

All these stars, and I wake up to toast and coffee. There's a dead red admiral butterfly on the carpet and the bathroom is full of steam. All the bulbs around the mirrors have gone except for two, what glamour, and with all these stars. I'm so full of words right now. So full of words and nothing else.