April 17, 2020
I guess I could say I'm wandering my room in my head, as my head floats here and there looking for something. I draw out my breath the way I should, but I feel outcast sometimes, that I don't belong to my breath. I wish I could explain it better. I feel good, then I feel apart. I feel beside myself. Inside myself I have a dull feeling, but I know my real feelings are here in the room. They float about. I reach for them; they reach for me. I keep the gold of connections open as a possibility.