z e e b o d e m

We should spend more of our time upstairs; the wind is hissing across treetops right next to the window.. sun falls in through the leaves.. i’ve been here today. Loaded my old library on HD back to iTunes. While stitching together small triangles i started with listening to music with words i could not understand. Simple (work) for tired one.. mental cure.. still not totally recovered from yesterdays.. but i came back from the airport.

Safe.

Home.

Light.

Hand.

Dark.

Sometimes i can feel&be so complex it puts myself totally off the tracks. Of my mind. Getting familiar with chaos theory. Butterfly effect. We spin in an endless spiral. With changing conditions.

“In a way, it’s all a matter of time.”

I’m the slowest blogger.

Wok tonight.