magic

someday this is where i will live.

sometimes i can't sleep because there are too many good things in my head and i just get so excited about life and i just wish the morning would hurry up and get here already because that would be very nice and convenient for me.

it doesn't matter how much i listen to joanna newsom. every time i am just struck...it's hard to explain, but it's just magic. everything just becomes luminous and shining and bright and enchanting (in the good way). i don't mean that it really is like that in a way to see with physical eyes, but...in a way that you know it's like that anyway, even if you can't see it.

sometimes i just sit and think about when everything is redeemed, even our senses. and what will it be like when we see all the beauty that we were missing out on our whole lives. we're blind to so much, and that's sad, but it's still such a nice thought to know that it's there and our not being able to see it doesn't even change that one bit. and then sometimes we get little glimpses here or there, into how intricately perfect things really are. and that's lovely too.