Scatterbrainy

If you plucked a special moment from life and framed it;
were you defying death, decay and the passage of life
or were you submitting to them?

I often get the feeling that there is something in the way. Like an invisible blanket placed on top of my world.
Today it feels like I am struggling underneath a gigantic pile of blankets.
All my projects are scattered all around me, in an immaculate pattern of inertia.

The person who thinks in front of us abandons us. A very slight betrayal rouses us:
We miss her a little, she who is (only a little bit here) - absent.