Burnt sienna,
Tackling my impulses.
The color of the faded desert.
I wonder who I am. I wonder who I am becoming. It's really quite hard to tell.
It seems that half a decade has frightened me. I have frightened myself into feeling so far away from internal familiarity that my face has become rather unknown to me. However, there are new and old enjoyments I can count on. I can count on a good Miyazaki film. I can count on the smell of familiar trees. I can count on knitting. I can count on water and lemonade.
I feel like I am re-establishing a relationship with my Soul. Or rather with.... The Soul. The link. The great connector.
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