I didn’t dream.
I moved around a lot
in my sleep.
It rained. It stormed. It was cool. It put me to sleep.
It is raining now – the smell ....
It smells so good.
I just want to sit and listen.
Now I am up
and it is raining
and I am sitting.
Somewhere between peace and unrest
trying to be okay with the in between.
The existence of 2 versions of myself
2 storylines...
A continual playing out of 2 storylines, 2 versions of self
A longing for connection
A longing for connection
A type connection
that is between me and me.
It rains.
Halfway between peace and unrest
A wavering
balancing
cautiousness.
It’s a breath.
It’s a breath.
A breath is the halfway between peace and unrest.
A cozy breath
A breath of returning home.
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This is really really good. The place between peace and unrest is such a fascinating place to me. It’s where sparks tend to fly.
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