I am both pure of heart and shady.

Sometimes I wake up at 1pm, and the snow is falling upwards- from the ground to the sky. Everything feels like a dream anyways, so I may as well accept the strangeness, accept the constant death of being alive, and figure out how to fly.

Caramelized onion, apple, Stilton galette- eaten feraly straight out of the oven on the baking tray.