Today I saw faces smiling in concrete and my world tuned that bit more jungely.
Todays 24 hour quest was not: "How do I survive the day"? but "What makes you think you have a right to survive today"? I believed myself...
Todays 1440 minute-sadness of feeling sorry for myself morphed into the usual Pluto-day. 153.5 days of trying to warm myself with ice....
Todays 86 or so thousand seconds will again fall in love with tomorrows today...and I will be again traveling down underground shafts, watching faces in the concrete walls dance.
Todays 24 hour quest was not: "How do I survive the day"? but "What makes you think you have a right to survive today"? I believed myself...
Todays 1440 minute-sadness of feeling sorry for myself morphed into the usual Pluto-day. 153.5 days of trying to warm myself with ice....
Todays 86 or so thousand seconds will again fall in love with tomorrows today...and I will be again traveling down underground shafts, watching faces in the concrete walls dance.