there's a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed

I have been out rain running in the forest.

I have been distracted ever since.

I'm almost finished notes, but I don't want to forget how this feels. So far, I've listened to Bon Iver's "Re: Stacks" fourteen times tonight & I think possibly that I am in love.

"Everything that happens is from now on" could be my nightly search for an eternal present; it would wipe emotions like regret & guilt. I forget though - it would mean clean socks until I never washed them. I forget - what were her words? "What did my arms do before they held you." The paradox of clean starts.