Tides

Emotional, must be getting my period, since I also did the dishes (hurray!).
Feel lost. Some people seem to be missing me. It has been weeks since anyone heard from me. Wish I could disappear altogether.
Wrote poems about false and true.
Been watching a lot of Dexter episodes. My favourite show. First time I heard the voice-over talk about pretending to be human was a shock, but a good one. Imitating other people's behaviour in social situations, trying to understand what the appropriate feelings or response are in a certain moment. Apart from the killing Dexter and I have a lot in common.
Don't have much to say actually, just trying to get this writing habit going again.
Too tired for the world and its news-soaps. Can't think beyond this moment.
So obvious how Life moves through me in waves, the process is never a straight line, I've become so familiar with it that I can sort of predict the next swelling of waves or retreating of the sea. Helps me go with it.
It's late, I can hear the wind beating against the house and trees. People are asleep. I am listening to a beautiful piece of music. And the wind.