New tone came to me a while ago while updating statuses. Weird. It’s 8:30 am and I need to drive to Pecos and gather legal documents and talk to farmers. I live in a poem that I don’t understand yet.
I like today because I went back to the time in Kindergarten when the teacher told us what a poem was and my life magically exploded into awesomeness and sense. It was my first mystical experience other than birth but I don’t remember that one. I think I remember feeling out-of-body at the grocery store today, which often happens and that’s strange. Now I will ache until sleep.