It is cold. a-gain. again, a loss. a gain at a loss. Ad-ap-tations. Palpitations. Regurgitation by the sea. In the sand. in between our toes. as we look. out. below. above. belove.

It is cold and I am once again alone. I guess it’s a perpetual state, not something your return to but something you are. I am. Is there solace in simple existence? I’ve always found one must exult. I am here dancing this sad dance, and sometimes I close my eyes and the world spins and, upside-down (get down on your potential) I smile.

Sometimes I just need to let (it) out, set words to wind and blow into the ether. You know. There is some part of me that wants to ride free of judgment, escape the probing eyes of those who (would) care. Part of me, on the other hand, wants very much for that acceptance.

Today was a good day. Well, it was easy. But then difficult vibrations from those I care most about. And blankness on the line. So what do I see? Something telling me to push harder at my eases. I’m not good at that.

One. Worn. More.