i'm truly a creature of pure chaos and realize i have a million 'blog' type spaces and just want to delete all of them and amalgamate them into one. but alas, it is not the way of the world.
tonight i went to a poetry reading and feel a little more part of the world, but it feels like a lot more days need to pass, a lot many suns need to be felt, a lot more waters need to be drunk before i can feel like i'm more not a shell of a former self.
i know she will not return and is always (re)turning.