It's cold.Christmas morning with no snow where it is incredibly rare for snow to even show its face.
Sometimes, there is a disconnect.
Between what I feel, what I want, and what I do.
I've always known this to be true. Or, rather, it has been true ever since it has needed to be.
I'm not sure what to tell you.
Sometimes, I am like Legos and can disassemble myself for self-amusement or for curiosity and, within minutes, erect a fortified wall around me and be off to my own planet to watch you from afar.
It happens.
I've seen it.
Sitting here upon my perch.
-k.
(image: Hiroshi Sugimoto, Bay of Sagami, Atami, 1997 per Elegialane Tumblr)
