I have found this feeling again.
It is Sunday.
There is no plan.
No schedule.
No deadline.
Nothing to keep me tethered.
So now I'm lost in space.
And I can't seem to focus.
I am not a regimented being.
But I crave it.
A directive from above.
Ladybugs trapped between the glass and screen
find their death upon my floor.
I feel your plight little ones.
But it's no bother to you.
It just is.
And here I am.
Learning how to do the same.
This conversation is always worth having.
And today I'll have it with the dead ladybugs below my feet.
I flip through and feel myself flow as the ink does.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
I have found this feeling again.
It is Sunday.
There is no plan.
No schedule.
No deadline.
Nothing to keep me tethered.
So now I'm lost in space.
And I can't seem to focus.
I am not a regimented being.
But I crave it.
A directive from above.
Ladybugs trapped between the glass and screen
find their death upon my floor.
I feel your plight little ones.
But it's no bother to you.
It just is.
And here I am.
Learning how to do the same.
This conversation is always worth having.
And today I'll have it with the dead ladybugs below my feet.
I flip through and feel myself flow as the ink does.
