it’s wrapped up, still, I need it gone but don’t want it gone, though gladly will let it stay in it’s place, one day to be found by another in their shock. I swear I hear it trying to claim it will cherish me when I hold it wrapped up hidden in a scarf. Sometimes I take it out and admire it, thinking of the possibilities, thinking that it will give me a breath, thinking I could blow the fog away with organized rapid thoughts. It will be to the right of me for a while, but one day I will give it my emotion that I miss, it is a virgin of any soul, it is not opaque but will be once it has my emotion.

Lately I have been having odd brain cluster moments, not pain, but ‘fizzles’. Today I heard a very faint fire cracker like noise and saw what looked like a star exploding in space yet it was in the corner of my eye. hm