pinchy dot org.

As Jeff Williams awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found his apartment transformed in the night into a monstrous pile of boxes.

I always felt so far from you, like something wasn’t right. But tonight I rest my head inside the crook of your arm, and I feel like a golden star.

Every once in a while, I choose to make wise use of the time I have alone, and it reminds me just how valuable that time is. Time to one’s self is a rare gift, once that I squander all too often. I need to keep that in mind.