Not a resolution, but a thought.

I need to change it, to untie all of the strings I use to make meaningful connections between a song, a picture, anything, and you.
I'll take those loosed strings and put them in a box somewhere, or tie them into pretty little bows that I can admire for what they are on their own:
a done creation, something which has existed before and still does, but something which no longer grows.

Anything.

NO WORDS. No words.
Just thoughts.
A whole pile of thoughts cut up and scattered on some old chipped tabletop.
I am wondering where the pattern is, but I have a sinking feeling it is cut up with the rest of those shredded thoughts.
So there I am.
Somewhere.

Iced Coffee is much safer.

To start off my day, I successfully did a typical clueless-hannah thing: reaching my arm over a steaming, boiling, hot pot of tea water.
"Hannah, steam is a higher temperature than boiling water..." My mother observes.
Something I'd much rather not learn first hand, but there it is. A burn the size of a golf ball inconveniently situated on my lower left arm (with which I write) is today's lesson which seemed to repeat itself in many different forms throughout the day: an old adage I have retained from my early reading years: "Look before you leap."

Kapow (again)!

12:27 AM, Tuesday, May 5th I think.
With an uncharacteristically decisive tone, I have announced to people that I'm not going to school in the fall.
I am going to either be collecting 5 cent cans out of garbage pails -or some other mode of employment suited to my current degree in nothing- OR, if all goes well, I'll be in Kenya, or thereabouts. Not only that, but I have a plan for the spring! I'm going to apply for the Art History program at BU.
...
Don't check your screen, it's really happening, I am making a decision.
FO REALZ FOLKS.