My sweater’s roly-poly.
Lips, chapped.
I need to go buy a light bulb.
And toilet paper.
I haven’t written on my blog for 10 days.
Jesus…
(sharp intake of breath)
I’m a few 100 short of making rent, I’d like to have single-payer healthcare and stop the war in Afghanistan.
For now I think I’ll just watch the sunset and try to breathe deeply.
Breathe in – not like before the plunge, for this life’s all plunge – like a wave raising itself up, gaining mass and force by drawing more of the ocean to itself.
Breathe out – not like after holding it in, for there was never anything to hold on to – like letting go after cradling and caressing, releasing after having without owning.
