Brain

ups and downs and constant distractions. when they leave they leave me low. so i send out that rope and hope for a snag, so far nothing caught. low low low low. i can't let that happen.

there is travel come those months. no need for ropes except to tie my bags with. i will run from those lows and those highs and find that comfy medium, or a bit of peace to do so. the peace of being new in a new place. ohhh, how tasty.

breakfast