as small as the world and as large as alone

don't turn away
dry your eyes, dry your eyes
don't be afraid
but keep it all inside, all inside
when you fall apart
dry your eyes, dry your eyes

but life is always hard
for the belle of the boulevard

a new term is starting. Oddly, i don't feel as if I've rested at all. On the other hand the holidays did seem very long. Camp in december is almost distant history now.

new dreams, new everything.

lets go.


i know i'm still hiding. why?