Sunday night. First full night in the new home. I have the bare minimum, but somehow feels like the maximum. Ive just written my first piece of work in the new space and it already feels good and right and proper and true. I am listening to Mouse on Mars. I am rinsing berries. I am folding and putting and looking and seeing, new, fresh. I am doing leg kicks and hand stands. I am flipping myself over and over and over. Desks? I dont flip desks. I am the only desk I need. Sturdy and sure. Gorgeous and clean. This is my home. This is my city. This is my life. This is my mind. This is my body. Somewhere in all of this, my soul lurks. Im catching up to him or better yet, letting IT catch up to me. Please Me. I have no regrets.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 04:00:57 +0000
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