blotchy faced and swollen eyed
I woke up this morning, fixed myself breakfast, took my one million supplements and left the buttermilk on the counter so that it would reach room temperature.
I am going to make bread
Here i sit, typing my thoughts and sipping tea.
any unknowing onlooker would be surprised to find that I cried myself to sleep, but if they looked closer they would see my blotchy face and swollen eyes. Mildly recovering after a night buried in my camp quilt.
its no one’s fault.
the bobin ran out of thread.
stubborn people clashed
I felt a strange but familiar pain in my head
and the noises whirled together until I couldn’t understand.
Sometimes I would like to scream: DON’T SEND ME AWAY!
STOP TRYING TO FIX ME!
please just love ME for ME, that would be enough
but I don’t say these things, I hide away here behind my computer screen, put on a loaf of bread and tidy up the kitchen.
the sewing machine is too loud to start.