My life became unintelligible to me,
I have interludes like that.
I started a new thing and someone at the beginning of that told me I needed to start another new thing…..
So I did. . . but my mercurial nature gave them both the same weight, it gives every new thing the same weight. I am not cut out to be academic, I can be analytical – but my soul refuses discipline.
My sister says I sulk, maybe she is right – but she is judgmental.
I am like a wounded animal holed up – the world bruises me, but spring is here early and I MUST shift myself.
I give you Louis-Tui, my beloved friend who lives out in the cold and the wind but I know him, he is my aggressive territorial friend.