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.