I'm off, my moon-time started on the 10th.
But I'm getting closer to being right.
Babbling little girl, stretching for meaning.
Looking to the sky.
Witches, and Bibles, and Blank pages...
Always a chore to turn the page.
The farther I get away from childhood,
the more difficult it becomes to turn the page.
The Monster at the end of the book
is so much more frightening
than he was before.
Than she was before...
I've been STILL for far too long.
I wiggled this weekend.
I woke up, just enough
to look around and see how lost I am.
Caught my breath?
There are so many, so many gingers
I get lost. I lose focus. I curl up in the cool cool darkness.
I close my eyes and I cannot move.
The Moon is high, I was just looking up at her.
She is not waning, I am out of sync, I can catch up with her...
There is MORE.
More to come.
The world is small and precious.
The world is enormous and mysterious.
I am not broken.