9 am. and the fog is starting to lift.
we have glorious sun and robins. could it be spring?
i have some windows open and the cats are jumping in the
last year’s tall grass out front.
feeling rather strange though, like i am suspended horizontally
facing down over myself. detached a bit. i have been sleeping long hours
which is rare.
the anxiety high of the past month has come to a peak and i am settling.
all seems well.
I can feel this. More a journal entry from your self-awareness than prose or poetry... I feel it like it's you.
ReplyDeleteDana - i felt this linear, more like an entry of some sort or
ReplyDeletean observation on my state of affairs at the moment. thank you.