Peace

Greenie, I see that you're preoccupied now that you're not so busy. Your brain is churning throuh the paradoxical impossibility of longterm relationships and you cry whenever that 'Do you remember when' Jack Johnson song comes on. It's ok. You can be like this all you like. Jus please stop forgetting your keys. Tonight look at this as a surprise dinner date with yourself. Tomorrow: remember keys.

Revelations

Oh, I see. I've been running on empty. It's been awhile now. The gentler things haven't had space to grow, so they've vanished. It was nearly painless as far as deaths go, with a few particuarly sharp aches. Now I feel like an empty field, all rich black soilstarting to warm in the sun for the year. This would be more detailed and coherent if I were less tired and more not waiting for a bus.

I feel very loved by myself. I have forgotten in the last few months how to connect meaningfully with anyone else except in unexpected flashes that I cannot deliberately court.

Oh how things change!

Revelations

Oh, I see. I've been running on empty. It's been awhile now. The gentler things haven't had space to grow, so they've vanished. It was nearly painless as far as deaths go, with a few particuarly sharp aches. Now I feel like an empty field, all rich black soilstarting to warm in the sun for the year. This would be more detailed and coherent if I were less tired and more not waiting for a bus.

I feel very loved by myself. I have forgotten in the last few months how to connect meaningfully with anyone else except in unexpected flashes that I cannot deliberately court.

Oh how things change!