Week ~

Weeks? I think I am unfamiliar with them now, as I’m unfamiliar with so many different things.

But the things that have become familiar seem even more daunting – when did any of this become normal?

I’d ask to start over, but that seems a fantasy, a little beyond our grasp to tackle ourselves.

Maybe we can start up? start… to the side.

Or maybe just.. continue, in the best way we can, but would you like a flower?

Cos Lord, I’m tired, but more than that, I am tired of feeling tired.

And there is beauty to be found and grasped and held onto, ever so – ever more tightly.