yesterday i spent the day with me, and walked down to the waterfall with some juice and a notebook at sat and wrote for a while. then walked some more. i found some deer, and followed them into the woods. sat down near a creek and read a few of the new calvino stories i bought.

some people say that instead of just ignoring one's brokenheartedness, one should incorporate it into their life, make it a part of them, or something. i struggle with this and what to do with it all.

theres so much to ponder this break. but going off on walks again, something i miss, did it in brazil a lot, was so nice. ive forgotten the feeling of clearing my head and just listening to the world around me.