I have been reclaiming the Earth. Taking a break from the little pods and cocoons and instead putting one foot in front of the other and feeling the hard, cold, filthy ground beneath my feet. Smelling the city. Inhaling the exhaust from the commotion around me. Noticing the little things that make where I live the place that it is. Taking the time to see these things. Absorbing.
It is now that I have so much time. Too much time. The days blend from one to the next. There is busy work to be done, but it isn't enough. I need to find a way to be productive. To make something out of nothing. To use my body to propel me forward towards something new. Something good. Something worthwhile.
This bed of marshmallows is swallowing me up...
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