obsessions

Alright, last night I dreamt about feathers a third time! When I was little I used to dream I´d be walking along finding odd coins and the further I walked the more I would find. Well its like that but now its feathers, and I want to cry when I wake up because I don´t have them anymore. This weekend Amy traded me the most incredible owl feather she found for one of my belts. For now its being kept on the makeshift alter in our room. Damn, its so pretty...