Hello Hallelujah,

Documentation has never been my best suit and the deck of cards I'm working with is singularly characterized by gaps where hearts and spades and club should be. Clovers and shovels and anvils and hovels, all down by the water fountain drinking from paper cones over and over. I have a ton of things sitting in my stomach and it isn't food-stuff, but flesh-stuff, blood-pumping-muscle-stuff that causes indigestion of the worst kind--love-stuff--and awful headaches of the best kind. Yes, it is that sort of documentation.

I can't help but think that everything is coming back to me, but I would like to ease into it so that I don't scare it away. My everyday is a warren of rabbits and they are all prone to uneasiness, scurrying amongst the internet data, and everything real in between. I am existing right now! I am making up things to do! I was born with extremely lacking motivational excellence! But at least I can write this and not feel hateful.

I am mostly that sort of sad that is a vine, which is to say that it is always creeping up my spine, but not without humor! which is where the analogy dies. I can grow wonderfully gloomy, and cause the seeding of many a bad thing, which then leads to good things and back and forth. Perhaps it is better to say that my sadness is more like boat upon the water and everything else is all washed up--but that is far too dramatic and it is not worth comparing your sadness to anything. Yes, this sort of documentation will always jump on a moral opportunity.


Erin