Fog

Back from my stay with Sis and her family. Sugar daze. Brain fogged up. Got totally sucked into the sewer. Can't think a coherent thought until I've flushed the sugar out of my system. Want to get back to work. Walked for a while, am drinking a lot of tea, now just waiting for clarity to return.
In the midst of the muck, I was so done with all this shit. The world is so small when viewed from a mucked up perspective. It's pathetic, tiny, and painted in dreadful colours. So small. Too small for me, I want more. I need space, inside and out. I know this world well enough by now, to know I don't want it the way it's experienced by me. This cannot be it. Trust is still the next step, and little by little, I'm getting there. It's a slow process, but trying to speed it up is the same as expressing doubt and distrust. I'm letting the process work through me.
I was so deep in the sewer, the fog was so dense... I got fed up. When I realized how deep in I was, I was fed up with it. Done with it. No more. Moving on to something else. Will write more when my clarity has returned.