i will be in my mind place. i will be mighty and brave and puff out my chest when i am feeling small. i don't want to miss out.i will continue to tread lightly and sometimes i will not leave a trace, but i will continue to let my thoughts wander.i wear myself out in wondering.
i have little will power.
i am stubborn.
i cancel myself out often, again and again.
i will build myself into a ship in a bottle. i will let the sail out to catch the wind. i will sail it out to sea. i will allow myself freedom to float. to trust the buoyant nature of properties regardless if i cannot comprehend its principles.
i am daydreaming about red hook with jane. i imagine we are sailors, small olive oyl followers, sitting on stoops, burning our tongues on teas, burrowing into cable knits, arm in arm walking to the shore, kitchen talking until the morning. i could handle it.
i have sweet thoughts in my head.
my favorite songs are bouncing around in me and i can tell the spring is on its way by the way things have shifted. i really cannot stop thinking about carrot beet ginger juice. i have good ideas. i have projects that i can't wait to leap into.i embrace clarity. i embrace heartache and break that could come to be. i like the fact that soon my spring limbs will sprout. i like that the ground is a sponge. i have good ideas. and i have high hopes. i have tides and swells and breaks and pools.
i have been sleeping again.
paws tucked like a bunny rabbit under my chin. in the front seat of truck, in the last isle of an airplane, sharing space with a best friend, a tuxedo cat and a great grey tiger with a frenchmans sensibilities.
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