Back here. Miss this space, love this space. Yesterday was horrid as usual, not one sunday’s been good in my memory so far. Perhaps I was the one who ruined things, my mood took over the good and I let it define the whole of me. Was I ever good before? I’ve no say and I doubt myself completely because my mind is whirling right now and then. If everything is unquestionable and precise I wouldn’t have to feel the slightest disconcertion in me, surrounding and following me. And all I ask for would no longer be for anyone to infuse energy in me, I know it wouldn’t do good anymore. Did it ever gave me help at all?
And may I sleep for a long time on a bed of fluff to revive my good o’ soul through the scent of delicate petals. I just might.
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