|The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.)||The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.)||The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.)|
And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention...
Mercury's retrograde or some such shit because things have been falling apart at an alarming, scare-the-shit-out-of-you rate.
On Friday, I began the long process of breaking a five thousand dollar machine at work. Today, I finished the job. (But at least I got to go home early because of it.)
Over the weekend, it was my heart.
I broke a beautiful vase that Max had thrown and I had carved.
I'm so tired I can hardly see straight.
I've been reading. Reading. Reading.
And how are you?