So there is a lot going on for me at the moment, and nothing.
Some extraordinary things have been happening, and some things so damn ordinary that the very thought of them makes my eyelids heavier…
And the words appear to me only half-formed.
They are in code.
And if I could only open those heavy-eyelids up a little more
a teeny tiny little fraction more
then maybe I would see.
Then perhaps I would crack the code.
The half-formed words would be whole again.
They would flow.
I would breathe.
And I would smile.