I feel some returning elasticity to my mind, these days. A continuing conflict, for sure, but a battle that must be thought.
The wonder whether I was ever as able as I once thought, or if my ego disguised my own powerlessness from me- that conundrum weighs heavy on my mind. There was a dream. Not last night, but the one prior. A dream that pulled at emotions I thought dissolved. They were not, it…
I don’t do enough, right? There’s stuff to be done, and here I go again, not doing. Guilt ridden in a world for me to maybe be a beam of better instead of all this not that I am.
By tomorrow, it shall be done. Today even. Maybe. All depends on how quickly I can bleed this week’s stone. And if anything else might end up happening today.