Well it is.
What is the point but to experience it.
In all of its brutal beauty.
Feeling so on the edge.
On a ledge.
I'm going through the motions.
Waiting.
In love with creating.
But it is foggy in here.
And the fog makes me sleepy.
Feeling and not feeling.
Here and not here.
Willing but worried.
I am aware of the suffering.
And it makes me feel serious.
I love to laugh.
What is the point but to love and be loved?
It's not really all that complicated, is it?
But it is....weird.
P.S. I hope my brain comes back someday.
P.P.S. Thanks for giving birth to me, mom!
