spiraling inward
i want to call in sick to work. sit in meditation. pray. fast. stand on my head. sit in hot, bubbled water with smells of patchouli and ginger. i want fresh juices and sweethugs. i want hands to hold and laps to sit on. this is not a motivated moment. instead i yearn to sulk in this place, to restrestrest and feed my self with delicate, soft hands. i am not fragile, instead hard, worn rough and tired. i want rest and gentle conversations. there is light somewhere i know. uncle cb says light is all around us, that the tunnel is only an illusion.i want soft beds and comfort moments.
i want home.
l'
posted by Phoenix @ 11:39 AM
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hang in there, luv.
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