DEAD DIARY 

February 2019

Today is the gong show static shock after rubbing our feet on carpet all week ~ zapped by overstimulation, breakthroughs and wily breakdowns, erratic biting. While on overdrive, our relationships match the colder weather. A sobering re-structure of our commitments, barehanded down to necessities we learn how to say no (if its not a hell yes). Though, the pressure of decision making may benefit from fog lights ~ potential for mental energy to flip and flop, our head a fish bowl with flakes of dream-food floating, abstracted, refracted, we wait to watch it settle, not yet certain of the words to describe this fantastic confusion.