An Update

I'm just floating in this state of thorough, heavy, wrapping exhaustion. It's contenting. My muscles feel weighed, as if they are lead pipes for my blood to flow through. My head ebbs and flows into and out of consciousness as thought it were a red and white fishing bobber. My eyes are a dying camp fire.

It's only eleven, but it feels like the morning after a war has ended. When you can feel an entire city of people breathe through the hangover of death and napalm. I should be concerned about how malleable warm temperatures have made me, like this increase in daylight is making me stretch my roots out. I should be packing for tomorrow, I should be going to bed, but I don't want to peel this Band-Aid off quite yet. I love this feeling.