(running themes: the number 3, salt, that which is, was or will be burnt and thunder.)
heart intact. oh, but that's not true. this is not a dream.
ugh. i'm not well.
when did gravity become so heavy? i try to stretch and breathe more often, more consciously. but, stress. bah.
nein is gone again. this is a pattern, jackass.
so, now i'm encouraging her?
i can't. i just can't.