it's magic, the way it all worked out and is conitinuing to work. i tend not to talk about it. it's too much. i haven;t been in the habit of appkying words. also i'm terribly adaptative, i tend to forget to look.
no sense.
here: i used to be in a good habit, because my life was eciting all the time, becaseu i was devoting time to making it exciting. it was my every day priject and it worked. this thing wehere i would go to bed, not finished. with what i had been doing. on purpose. if i was painting the table i did not finish painting the table, i would go to bed. it was a good thing to lie there thinking, there is a cool thiung for me to do tomorrow. and then what cool thing is next? because i knew there would always be more and more and more. it wouldbe the table or something with paper, or writing, or fabric or talking or jusyt lying on the floor. happy. i knew there was somwerhintg good to look forward to in the morning and ever mornign after that.
you;re like that.
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