The Wackness.

I am back from a long hiatus. And i’m open to it. It’s so strange to look back on what I have written. My mind is always changing and opening wider and wider. I feel so much like myself right now. At home in my own skin with my own brain whirring and crackling inside of my skull. It’s all so visceral. Tonight I unpacked things in my new space. I made a crystal garden on a table and hung a tapestry of a desert scene. Looking at it makes my soul want to leave my body and travel through the sands and clouds it portrays. Perhaps that will happen when I drift off tonight. I’ll be waiting.