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I am in stasis. I cannot afford to be still with a year ahead that requires so much movement. It is easier to crawl into bed, to shut the world out and keep the blinds closed, to keep my brain numb with a steady fog of smoke, novels, and television. It is sad, but I am happy that my vacation is over and that I am working again. In many ways, it is a blessing to have a job. But it is also a beautiful excuse to stay still.
Maybe it's the winter, getting to me already. My mind is filled with sailboats and blue skies and kites battered by a too strong ocean wind, bare legs stinging from flying sand. My daydreams are of running away from home. I no longer have conversation to offer, my eyes stay down so no one will notice me.
I don't know where I've gone. And I don't know how to be found.
Happy new year.
Maybe it's the winter, getting to me already. My mind is filled with sailboats and blue skies and kites battered by a too strong ocean wind, bare legs stinging from flying sand. My daydreams are of running away from home. I no longer have conversation to offer, my eyes stay down so no one will notice me.
I don't know where I've gone. And I don't know how to be found.
Happy new year.