The candle in my room.
Sometimes pumpkin, sometimes mandarin orange depending on the season or the feeling I am feeling.
A collection I have started.
Creates a different environment based on smell and the color of the flickering flame.
Makes the room feel unique even by just looking at it.
A word I learn to spell
Confusing due to the ‘cean’
Rather than a ‘tion’
Meaning: a lobster or a kind of shellfish
‘Crusty’ probably, due to the shell
‘Cean’ I think now
I sit here.
My planner open, pencil in hand, casually scribbling over all the events.
That didn't happen.
That won't happen.
The fact that I have to sit, through ten more weeks, of going nowhere.
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