is this the city of angels or demons?

tomorrow i head north, beginning a three and a half day process that will eventually lead me to montreal. my suitcase is packed and sitting next to the front door, just waiting for me.

i am afraid to go outside tonight. i dont think i could stand how beautiful it would be. and beauty can be the most depressing thing in the world.

sometimes, i feel like im just floating.

posted by Anonymous @ 7:07 PM