Journal Entry… whatever this date is…

“So I find myself here, basking in the warm gaze of another’s sunshine… The contented glow of a late rising, lazy days with no agenda…

Here I find a silent place within a tempest of change, a short reprieve that I so desperately needed… What a lucky woman I am…

What day is it?

I don’t care.

I could really become accustomed to lassitude, this dangerous contentment. It seeps into my bones and makes my heart smile… A small smile, hidden where nobody can observe the crack in my stolid defenses.

I am enjoying this nothing, this limbo, this absence. It intoxicates me like a drug, and not even my notebooks have the power to call me into action…

Oh yes, dangerous indeed…”


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