i can't relax. i'm jumpy, fidgety, irritated.
i've got to get up, get out, get going.
the day won't start, but it's more than half over.
i don't want to make this hard for us, but i can't make it perfection. it keeps creeping back in. it's there but its not. i'm sure that it's time, but it can't happen yet. breathing and watiting, and feeling so ill. just have to make it through. summer holds potential, holds freedom, holds bliss. follow your bliss. joseph campbell always said 'follow your bliss'. my bliss is leading me, and i'm ambling after it. different paths, and i'm so sorry.