faintly and presently

lost a history - was it mine?
found a box of questions - whose are they?

I suspect I may have a self righting bottom, I'm challenged by a flappy mainsail

some uplifting tunes and a few downdrafts

just a few books now

a sweet spot

a cool tune is playing, its cold and damp, sleep lingers

a pack of wild animals

no longer defining of anything

yeah. maybe what is lost is what we don't need?

its tucked away for safe keeping