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
Dreams and Aspirations
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
SENSE OF AGENCY.