of the day. daydreaming as usual. daydreaming about
getting back to my comfort. waking up to realize that, again,
he's off on tour. i'm feeling a little bit hazy.
i guess it hasn't hit me.
after 3 weeks of trying to soak up every second of
energy, + love,
[while still resuming as usual]
a weekend in the hot desert (overwhelmingly)
strengthened /
expanded /
bloated
my heart.
[my hands] my grip.
it all feels like those balloons on strings at the festivals...
going with the wind... individual
balloons.. holding up that string..
holding up each other.. out of line, but always in a line.
just when i think i've got a handle on it... the wind shifts.
but there is more good here than there is in a balloon.
(balloons liter the earth. they explode. they make your hair frizz.)
here balloons inspire.