figuring-scenery.

modest mouse is bouncing around my mind.
everything's alright. i miss natasha, i haven't seen nor
heard from her in at least two weeks. it's okay though.
she needs to get better; but the thing is- i think
she's out, and in need of liberation.

we're not drifting so much, we never really were.
theres nowhere really to end up- and i suppose that's it.
right now, all we can do is drift, and then catch a current.


that's fine with me. i've got time.