I know I’ve felt things move- into a bundle of inexplicable emotions, down the hill, onto the boulders, slowed in the muck, into the river, sinking deep
it’s slower now.
Thank you fellow human shaped blobs of love
(Life in slow mo, how good this feels)
(Lead role from from Jab We Met, take the hint)
(crazy lady, I tell you)
It’s been a while since (I felt) I’ve created anything of value.
Is it getting personal here? Is life and work one now? Should this be happening? Otherwise how will I ever feel complete?