born indignant:
life, indeed surprised

the priest cried prophecy
I understood after I died

My first go at an erasure poem. Original text ‘The Other Language’ by Khalil Gibran. The picture is not as pretty as I would like but I do like the poem that came out of it.

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Today I’m feeling:

Vague and blurred at the edges. My brain isn’t kicking into gear due to the hangover of the gummies from yesterday. I really don’t enjoy feeling like this, as I want a clear and motivated brain to inspire action within myself.

After an afternoon nap where I only managed many lucid dreams, I actually felt much better and ended up in my room playing guitar for an hour.

Health:

Physical: 7
Mental: 6

Today I’m grateful for:

Mee dropping me to his house to wait as everyone else still wanted to chat more. It was 22 degrees and I was feeling cold

The best thing about today was:

A pleasant evening meal with Baew and Mee. Though I didn’t join their conversation much, I was just absorbing the nice atmosphere of the restaurant and enjoyed the fish with young mango salad. Until the air temperature got too cold anyway.