spring is coming, warm and fast, and i’m feeling winter, dead in my bones. there’s something missing, probably hormones, and i’m feeling a little like a tent about to collapse, a little like a hut caving in on itself under the flood. i can’t capture the reason, i can’t grasp the vacancy, like some thread dragging seam, if i pull, it will all come apart.
it isn’t that i’m depressed, although i sometimes wonder why not. the inner life is never the outer life, and thank god that the outer life isn’t the inner life. i think my soul will never be used to abiding within this physical trap, this amazing creature that feels and touches, but taints. it isn’t me, it is just a vessel, and yet, oooo, wow, it is me.
more later. this vessel is calling for rest.
Get your thyroid checked.
I’m just sayin’…