Slowly returning
Been working on a little bit of fiction, most of a week now.
Slow, but it is working. After so long, feels like breathing, a little.
This is the place that, apparently, works best for me.
I spent a bittersweet month reading, remembering, how connected we all used to be.I wonder where so many people are now. I told myself it was silly to grieve. Then i gave up and came home.
Slow, but it is working. After so long, feels like breathing, a little.
This is the place that, apparently, works best for me.
I spent a bittersweet month reading, remembering, how connected we all used to be.I wonder where so many people are now. I told myself it was silly to grieve. Then i gave up and came home.