i'm drifting in and out just a leetle tonight, it's so odd the way
my days and nights are beginning to blend again, i am very much not used to it.
i am not used to this reality.
there were so many little things today, but if asked the tiniest most significant would be forgotten, as they've already
slipped from my head for the most part. it wasn't a conscious choice to let them slide, there was simply too much in there, too much
thought'y matter swirling and yielding text, sweet sweet text.
i learned so much from you.
when aching
exhaustion has some sort of strong-hold on your
eyelids, that is when the most amazing things will present themselves to you. not in dishpan wrinkle'y fingers, not in spilling tears over life's directional discrepancies.
i saw movement in still.