Bing bong bing bong bong bong bing bong (Big Ben chimes doorbell) Me: who is it? Depression: oh an old friend! Me: [excited because I’ve been isolated for seven months, opens door expectantly] Oh, no. It’s you. How did you get our new address? Depression: I can find you anywhere at any time in anyplace
Like a bruise: blue, purple orange, yellow and black birds, to whom I’ve not had the pleasure of introducing myself, fly by. The healing of the airflow clear and clean rushes into my lungs as I do a nighttime moonlit reiki meditation. In the morning I truly feel a certain pique of childish curiosity; but
All things in time, all for the reasons on which my life tumbles and turns to the songs of the spheres. Remind me as I am a human being, the universe tells me when I need to know: all is well. All is well.