i’ve been trying to write so many words so many thoughts and feeeeels about things. i’ve been trying and not doing.
i think i’m lost in the whirlwind of things. movement. caught up in the draft. perhaps. shifts under my feet. ah yes, the ground moving. and somewhere in this is balance. a strange peace.
wouldn’t you know.
this is so far from what i’ve usually been feeling. i think a part of me just woke up. i like mornings when i’m up for them.