I don't explore much. I don't look very far. Everything I see from the smallest of rocks to the highest of peaks fills me with wonder.

My hands were shaking
As I held my violin.
Yet the notes were clear.

We are in hell. We put ourselves there. The only way out is a different kind of stare.

Go at a speed you can go,
Else you will never know
What things you can do
That you never knew
When you never had the time.

I opened the case.
The violin was uncracked.
Great sigh of relief.

Much to do today. Waking up. Waiting for my cell phone to charge. Shopping and mirrors and other things to try. People to say hi. Things to pass by. Motions to take. Thoughts to make. And bits of wood and wire to contemplate.

Dragging myself to consciousness. There is much to do, far too much for a Saturday. The day job impinges with a deadly line and my will is... limited. I drag myself to the place of falling waters to wash away the madness and the missing pieces. Then I go out on hunt for sunlight. Every ray is food for the mind, the energy I need to make the time.

A subtle silent smile in a catatonic style. Listen to the moonbeams. They'll tell you what it means.

Nonstop nonstop. Week on the top.
Days to fill, but not a lot.
Measuring my time for rest and recovery,
To better push and to keep it hot.

So much to do. So little time. I hurry to heal the hole in my mind.