Britney

Tomorrow is school, a new semester. It will feel strange not to go to sleep at the break of blue morning but I will finally regain control of my off-track mind, sprouting up at the point between afternoon and evening. I have washed my hair and showered in lavender. Everything feels fresh and I wonder what my aura must look like. I ignore the heaviness I feel in all of my dreams and focus on clinging to the wake-up.

My brief journal entries throughout the day, for my eyes only, have provided a new sense of boundary lines, a new place within myself to come and grow. In my mind, it is an all-white place, like a blank page, and a stick figure forest surrounds it in an arc. I don’t know how long my home there will last but I do not want to overthink it. The stars agree.

Re-arch my back. Stretch out when I wake. I am part of a wash cycle with no end in sight. I cannot see far ahead enough. ♦