Friday, March 20, 2020
diary note
i have tried to be another. i won't try anymore. i have been others. most of them died. i am me and they are enough. sometimes i am kind, sometimes not. that must be enough, we all breathe the same air and each other and the dead.
diary notes
a peaceful day. beauty. what i miss in my soul is nothing to do with words. today i go for a long walk and the sea will talk to me.
sunset now. the day
was slow and beautiful. nothing needs to excessively 'special'. i am calm. a
longing which i will not name walks with me like a dog, i watch it moving. we
sit together near the fire. the weather changes.
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