my head is a buzz
of poems
and puzzles
the yellow on the train
is Very
and the light from the window
my light
is clear.
purpose is a day
no more
or less
but everything
seems so much more,
and every day
seems so more
beautiful.

It is a habit growing I know but it puts me at ease.
I realised today I can live my life as a book, and never have to worry about the consequences or tragedies that might occur.
I can be a delightful character and never truly be hurt off the page. I can enjoy the twists and turns and highs and lows and turn to the next chapter. And even if it’s not resolved by then it’s ok. It’s just a book.
It is wonderful the way you can completely disassociate from life while all at once embracing it.