At a crawl.
I got your messages. Really, I have, and I will get back to you. I forget I'm not alone, though often I feel lonely (and enjoy that, and the company of others by choice). Why I choose to be reclusive right now I'm not sure. It's not the weather. I saw ladybugs and butterflies and fresh blooms all in a square foot of space.
I suppose I am worrying about death and decay right now in the time of growth and procreation. And what I can only guess is the closing curtains of what I perceived to be a wonderful relationship. A funny way to have cycles butt heads.
Listening to The Unicorns heavily. There's something familiar, nostalgic, and comforting about them.
I will call you in a day or two...I promise, I promise. Even if I have nothing to say, soft static and your voice will be the balm.
I suppose I am worrying about death and decay right now in the time of growth and procreation. And what I can only guess is the closing curtains of what I perceived to be a wonderful relationship. A funny way to have cycles butt heads.
Listening to The Unicorns heavily. There's something familiar, nostalgic, and comforting about them.
I will call you in a day or two...I promise, I promise. Even if I have nothing to say, soft static and your voice will be the balm.