From Away.

( words. )

Waiting...waiting. Left with my thoughts. It's nice here - quiet, windy. Not much noise to disturb the brain. Maybe too much thinking. I feel adrift - without any familiar items, reference points for my life. Misplaced. It's odd. I find myself almost lost...abyssal space of mind. I'm rested and calm and happy and depressed and anxious and stressed all at once. Strange.

Tommorow I will take flight, or I will plummet. As it should be...
-M.