weird day... largely unproductive thanks to feeling unsettled at the place of no place i'm in. i can't move until i have a place to move to and until i move i don't have room to empty my shelves and cupboards and pack. so i'm in perpetual waiting until i get a flat.
in this limbo place of here and not here i've been thinking about the dark, difficult things people i love are carrying with them, trying to live beyond and without... and any anger i feel gets dissolved in something like understanding and care as i think about survival...of how much i admire and love... and i find myself missing...
missing days. voice. face.