I spent my Saturday night making weed tea for my garden & house plants. Yup, I am that kind of exciting. The night before, I drank half a glass of white wine, read a comic & went to bed at 9:30p.
Then I was summoned by E. We chatted like maybe we had not spent the past half year sword fighting. Okay, I am being dramatic – things have been nice for awhile. It is hard for me to write when things are good. For some reason I am a heartbroken kind of poet. Writing when love is the thump, thump, blushing sort is tricky. Pain I get. Joy I struggle finding words for.
I sit and smile instead. So when I am not posting it is because I am smiling.