Being human.

I wish I could explain how I feel today. It's a mix of annoyance and melancholy. I could sleep all day rite now. I don't want to be disturbed, I have work to do here in the shopspace. I've been organizing and organizing. I made one batch of candles he other day. I never get started till late. That's never good. But I start at least. 

Life is kicking me in the gutt lately. Old regurgitations are making my head swirl and my feet confused. Who am I? 

Where is my wood stove? 

Damn gypsy soul is eating me alive. 

It'll be okay. It'll all be okay.

Just. Keep. Swimming.