What can I do to this further to rest? Time and time again I'm caught in one of these moments. This week I've done a lot of things. Created things. Started new things. Deleted things, hoping to that erasing physical presence would induce some sort of selective amnesia.
In happy moments of this week I walked along beautiful and quirky streets of Fitzroy, pocketing sunlight, sounds and colours bursting out of autumn leaves. Life was buzzing around me.
What I love and treasure slips thorough my hands just like crumpled dust. My stomach is in knots, I'm gloved by bewilderment, a tad of sadness, and rage. My dreams, my thoughts and my perceptions hinge precariously on a flawed belief, and to realise that it's wrong and I've been so blind all this time pains me.
Oh the little dream I entertained.