Daily – Sept 0214

It was Monday. Felt like Sunday. Smeared into Tuesday, standing in the parking lot revving the laughter.

Now it’s dawn someplace I would like to be.  But in my timezone, I need to call a sandman.  Find the cogitating fusebox. Pull them. All.

But I am sitting here, documenting another incidence of feeling safe and boundless. Do you remember that, safe and boundless?

Perhaps it will follow me to my dreams.

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