I don't know what's happening with my stars right now, but they are sparkling extra hard at me, shining beautiful and strange.
Aligning, or retrograde, or...I don't know, I don't know. I have nothing but something in my stars to explain what is happening to and in me.

Regardless, here I am content in my warm bed, spending most of my time sleeping the deep fairytale dream sleep of medication, going on long walks where I Am the Moment and focus on not slipping and falling, and allow my cheeks to become red from the cold, eating macaroni, listening to (a shameful but honest truth) Dashboard Confessional.