the heat is an unwanted blanket. it spoils sleep and tangles me up in ways that keep me from doing what might be good for me. Pia’s company has been a godsend, and I’m lucky to have had her around to keep me on the sounder side of sanity. she leaves tomorrow, as Fieke arrives, and it’s only when I check the date on my phone that I realise we’re as close as we are to the days I dread.
in the all consuming distractions of the perpetual presence of a friend and the phone in my pocket I forget where I am. days can pass without thinking consciously about the path I’m forging, the decisions I’m making, how I really feel about the space I occupy. I find solace in escaping myself. there is peace in being far from where I really am.
I count the good things always: a roof and a bed, people to miss, dear friends to hold, new friends to make, a home and a heart. there is always good to come. <<
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