Currently, I am a feather floating down to the ground from the heights of an airplane.And, let me tell you:
It
feels
so
good.
Let me say something, here, about the power of being treated right: My body is not on guard 24/7. There is no stress and random bleeding because there doesn't need to be.
There is only sleeping in
and kissing
and fucking
and coffee on a white bedspread in the sunlight on a Sunday morning.
(pause)
I am currently reading Tragedy: A Tragedy, the play by Will Eno that was suggested to me by uncertain yet talented lips. I am also reading the third book of a trilogy that will not be named. It is an escape. It's not that I am embarrassed. It's that I'm not quite sure I would like to endorse it quite yet. There is, I must say, the satisfying feeling of coming around the bend of the last few chapters of the last book.
Completion, in all of it forms, seems to be a theme in my life as of late.
be well; be loved,
k.
(image via bluesonplanetmars tumblr)
