Two nights in a row I’ve watched the sun come up amidst a lot of chaos, tea-making, teapot-pouring and kiteflying. A lot of non action amidst the space and absence of petty details. There is this new world I’m making. It’s entirely my own even though someone else made me realise I can still build it. I have it with me now and no one has seen it yet. It wastes no time getting overgrown, like an unkempt garden. I’ve just climbed the fence and now in the pretty green new old chaos that it’s become, I don’t know whether to clean it up like a Good and Proper person or to sit in it for a little while more. Maybe something will reach up and wrap around my ankles. Maybe there’ll be someone at the other side and we will talk through the bars. Maybe bars is too prison a word, maybe it’s fence, or maybe its just right.
What I will do now is sleep to mask all my whatnexts.
Sleep is always interesting.