I'm confused. There is so much about myself that I just don't understand.

At the moment, I feel a melancholy mixture of joy, inspiration, regret, apathy, dread, restlessness, and contentedness.

How can this be?

Sometimes (most of the time) life is overwhelming. But that's ok. It's a good reminder of just how needy I am.

Now, if I could just learn to spend more time seeking those things that I need....

Be: coming.

black paint in my fingernailbed.

follow my nose hand leading the way up the staircase popcorn smell trail.

dead white tea bag.

time wasted and time used

wiping dust with a used kleenex it's all dirt anyway.

thirsty oh so

an evening far from a highcoup.