The monotony of being unwell. Always something out of reach. The sudden bursts of anger, the fever curve of pretend energy followed by exhaustion. Maybe it's all just my imagination, oh leave me alone. And always, another go at it. This is what it takes to be alive.
The moment you accept what troubles you've been given, the door will open. (Rumi via fb)
On my way to work, strange creatures look at me in the forest. So strange I snap my pictures and cycle off quickly.