I wish we could sit down together,
And have a cup of tea,
But since we can’t
When you have this one,
I hope you’ll think of me.
Lately its been a mix of long nights and rainy days. I think I’ve been stuck in a rut creativity-wise, feeling uninspired by my new surroundings. I love Brooklyn and all the artsy, creative people (and pretend artsy creative people), but recently it has been feeling a little stark and cold to me. I think I’ve been living in a dreamy fog that I’m slowly starting to get the fuck up from and snap out of.