I love quiet nights in my underwear.

I am releasing you from my heart, slowly everyday.

Fly away Pennsylvania....fly away.

http://tothepersoninthebelljar.tumblr.com/page/24

Dear Pennsylvania,

(sigh) So here I am all alone at California's house, well actually I am not alone. I am here with her two cats, Zoe and Jacque Pierre as well as my own little darling, Quinn Frances. I decided that Q.F. should come along. She meowed a bit in the car....reminded me of our 17 hour drive to PA. Poor kitty. She has done so much traveling in her time on Earth. She is a sweet thing (so long as you don't bother her).

It's been so nice to have some alone time. I made beans and greens and drank too much red wine. I took a bath and then did calligraphy in my underwear. I love quiet nights in my underwear. Friday nights in Booklyn were simple like this too. Just me and some sort of art project.

You are not having a quiet night. You are at Ringers tonight playing with your best friend. I am sure you sound lovely. Lately I hear your best friend when I listen to Neil Young. They both are so incredibly talented. I wonder if you would be my friend if you were famous.

Anyways. I miss you tonight. But not too bad. I think I just miss having someone there.

Love

Wisconsin

PS

I am slowly letting you go.