Tonight I feel as if I am circling the drain of hell. Or “a” drain. Perhaps hell has many drains. My cat (Mally) is running around, somehow it is overwhelming. I am exhausted by the business of openin
Spent most of the weekend sleeping my plans away. I wish it had been dreamless. Although I’ve had worse dreams. I suppose the dreams were a respite. Maybe I can thank the couple of drinks I had, or go
The morning after everything became less extraordinary Came too late. I was just myself again. A woman, not a puzzle Or piece of anything I never wanted to go back to a place where Colors did not radi
