The Unpaved Road to Recovery
Morning Thoughts #133
Can I be excused tonight? I want to fall out of myself - how wonderful it will be! My body mumbling, like a car engine idling - warming, warming, warming - waiting for a passenger to enter. Take me, sleep! The scattered near-oblivion that pairs so well with the days. Switch off this braking fever!
Working behind closed doors proves to yourself you’re not just an actor. Warming the bed that was supposed to warm me. Why strut my stem and leaves? It will be far more productive to close something that tomorrow can open better. Painting the day over, so my subconscious, sun-cornered understandings can add their hue to my farthest peripheries, if only!
Stem and leaves! Stand down, so that tomorrow something more colorful can soar! Petals whispering bee-baiting smells and drumroll bridges. Yes, Lord, I beg: Take this waking day from me, but please - only this one! One rotation further down the unpaved road to recovery!