restlessness fills the air. decisions left in limbo loom waiting to be made. my new best friend is a sickly baby whose germs i can’t imagine escaping but hope my body recognizes so it does what it does without my interference. emotions are a bit jumbled. something feels like disappointment but not sure what or why. picked up some tools to add to the old box. probably need to throw out a few to make room. heart feels sad. listless. aimless. takes little for tears to well. air feels raw. weaknesses feel exposed. fluidity of presence translates as stoicism. attachment shapes and molds inner needs. want is a kiln fired by knowing and painted with threads of languishing red – tying us, binding us, encouraging us to thrive with and without the air that threatens to smother our dreams.

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