watery night

I couldn't sleep last night. Tossing, turning. The night felt lonely and expansive.

Household chores accumulate, and all the shoulds blink at me like an overbearing neon sign, while my energy levels remain flat.

I rather read. Or daydream. I've spent so much time daydreaming in my life that I almost prefer it to the real world.



Thoughts for the New Year: