Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Twelve
But the vibes today. I even meditated.
Large blue flying beetle.
It’s like that feeling you get when you're waiting in line to get on the roller coaster.
There’s a large table of tiny children. Their mouths are open, wide, like they’re screaming, but no sound is coming out. They are hungry and you want to feed them, but your hands are empty.
I wanna swim deeper.
But there's a part of me that recognizes you.
It’s hard to make good decisions from a place of anger.
Wanting it more thanyou’re afraid of it.
I decide to paint one hand at a time. The room goes dark and quiet. The power is out. Of course, this now means I have only one hand painted.
I pick up The Copenhagen Trilogy and my book light.