Lost the week. Bone dry. Spent the weekend in a pit of quiet. Free from thought. High walls of exhaustion to protect me. I lay. I slept. Read a little. Did necessary things. Breakfast. Home Depot. Watt's bio for Second City. Too low to panic or fret. I lay. And as I lay, I could feel the interest seep back into me. As I lay, doing nothing, being, I began to be as I am again. And I thought, how amazing that I always refill the same flavor as I was before. Realizing it isn't the ideas I lose, it's the light to shine through them.
Spent the weekend letting a little light back in.