6/18/2019

Tired

Today has been an
ebb and flow — the
overcast moving
shadow over –
energy is the source
of aliveness (yet
maybe there’s
another way to see
it). Eyes closed,
mind races. Sitting
with a friend, how
do I concentrate
again? Sleep is
maybe the most
underrated of
states. I’ve come
all this way. It’s
okay to rest.

poems

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