My space is a mess. Absolute chaos. My mind is not so much a mess.
I tidy what people mess. I build and construct. More to mess.
My mind wanders, hands working on auto-pilot. Voices speak. "Mmm?' I answer, on auto-pilot.
"I'm not who you're looking for."
I prayed today. I pray everyday. Mostly for myself. And for others when I remember. Lists help to avoid this selfishness.
The sun feels nice. It changes everything. Lifts everything. The cold concrete not so gray.
My friend is visiting in September (she wrote me). Always September. We're alike in many ways.
I hope to travel, but this world is ugly. Ugly people wander about doing horrible ugly things to fellow humans. The blood of the innocent cries out.
Non-humans belong in zoos. Animals don't belong in zoos.
My friend's birthday is in 5 days. Mine isn't too far after. Multi-minutes gone.
Tick tock.
