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I am sitting on the pillow eating peanut butter off a spoon. In this moment, there is no place I'd rather be.

Oh so tired. Was painting and dancing 'till four, then packed and drove out this morning.
poied myself in the head like 20 times last night. whatever.
Im remembering these places: being in them, not wanting to be anywhere else. Smart enough to noticce.

does feel unfamiliar, though. Always after shifted, what fits? For the first time, the pictures on the walls look like memories.
Walking to the coffee shop, thinking about different things and people---something is weird. there are things going on that I don't get to know about. Maybe at another time this would have driven me mad. Fortunately I am too tired. For tonight, I will stay out of the way.

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