whispering.

I went to Carlisle and, for a little while, forgot I was even there.
I had a good time at the diner tonight with Kato, Erik, and Adam.

I see this light on the other side of things. I see that there are some things I shouldn't have to worry about, even for an instant.
Sometimes, it's nice to just sit in silence and have no real trains of thought. It's nice to just think about shoe horns and Lord Byron. It's nice to think in pictures and scents. It's nice to not feel like I'm being caged.

I don't know what I should say next.
I'll probably say it out loud, to myself, while everyone's asleep.