Swift Disappearing Act
Amongst piles of papers to be wandered through, hours of work to be completed, situations to be resolved, friends to be comforted, lovers to be visited, bills to be paid, and minor stresses living on inside my body, I'm disappearing. Enveloped, cocooned until the spring informs me that it's time to burst my pupa. I worry about M. I worry about D. I stress over needing to visit and relieve and love and care for people I would rather do nothing else for. I love my jobs, but they cram out my life. I have no time to study, breath, shit, or swim. I love teaching, going over material and helping people learn it. I work too much though. Much too much. I like what I'm learning if I ever had the time to actually learn it. I just can't help feeling constantly anxious for those people I care about. And I find myself in bed with someone I had not expected to see sleeping next to me for at least a good long while. That's actually a really bright spot in my life. I find we are much more functional fuckers than lovers. Anyway, that's my life in a nutshell. Please don't worry if you don't see me. I'm alive somewhere.