Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Ninety-Four
I could go back to sleep right now lying here in Savasana.
Second guesses.
Shoulders back and down.
I see a flash of something and then feel a twinge of nostalgia for a more familiar self. So much of me changed when I got here, and sometimes, I want the old me back.
I can’t really say “no” to this, but could I? Should I?
Pretty sure someone in the parking lot sees me stooping over on the sidewalk trying to take pictures of grapes while my bags fall onto the ground.
Patterns.
Trying to erase the words of doubt that creep in. What would I rather see instead? There are other versions of this story.
Need to fix my face.
Oblivious.
