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   It’s amazing what hot chocolate can do for you on a frozen winter’s day. It’s warm for one thing. It makes you feel like a little kid again. And it’s sweet yet still perfect if you make it correctly. It has a little swirl of marshmallows on the top, just a little bit melted.…

   There’s such a fooled heart Beatin’ so fast In search of new dreams. A love that will last Within your heart. I’ll place the moon Within your heart. – to David Bowie, because the stars look very different today. 

   Schedule today: Wake up.  Believe in this.  Read a lot.  Remember a lot.  Work.  Inevitably hit a less than fun point of the day.  Remember this again.  Stay motivated.  Remember Robin Williams.  Carpe diem.  Seize the day. 

   Yawn. What time is it?  Ahhhh.  Is it Saturday?  If I went back to sleep, would it really be so bad? AHHH why can’t makeup not smear?  Breakfast has gotta be on the go… Ouch ouch ouch. Hot coffee. Hot coffee!  Come on, move.  Whycantthelightjustturngreenohmygoodnessthisperson !!! AGGGGGH! No time for fun. No time for……

   Cities of dreams and lights on the water.  Cities where crystalline air is only outnumbered by smog.  Where people walk, possessed with dark hats and trench coats, possessed as mad.  While briefcases filled with papers lie abandoned at the bus station, a child sitting beside it.  Pointing at the stars and saying she wants…

   Take life in bits and pieces When no one’s watching, say That good things last forever, And the End is far away . 

   I sat down cross legged, my fingernails digging into my thighs. There was a knock on the door, a basic greeting of formalities, and room service was brought in and served with a smile. The sun was setting outside and you could just see the tips of it burning over the edges of an…

  Yeah. I know it’s not something that all of us roll out of bed thinking. But we have to smile at least once a week, right? I don’t want to be that person who is chipper every single second because that sounds positively exhausting. But I don’t want to be in a haze all…

   Wishes with a grandeur Of pale silk on an autumn day.  Wishes for small trees On warped wooden tables, Kisses of the sun  On reddened ruby cheeks.  Care for me not Even as I leave you Wishing of all wishes That I was still with you In places where the Sun Is only outnumbered…

   I can’t be the only baby who can’t handle the cold. Right? Right? Sigh. Maybe I am. But at least the brutal cold prepared me enough to sit by my heater and write that novel all day. Maybe cold depressing winters are just a blessing in disguise. It’s like Mother Nature taking a megaphone…