My days are drifting into themselves in a strange swirling motion of their own.
I stir sugar into my delicious dark coffee as midnight stars into dawn.
From strange blues to overly familiar grays, when nothing is constant, music is.
My fingertips fleetingly graze reality in a chance lucid moment.
When daily life breaks through, shall i remember these wasted seconds, shall I search for them in the monotony of routine?
Day 30 approaches in the guise of an introspective landmark. But there's nothing to search for inside.
See, this is me messing around. Yoga and Spanish classes. Back to dance? Search for work. Wait to apply for more degrees.
Isn't it so very lovely?
Seeing life run about trying to catch itself around me.