15:56
Home, working at the office then the Field, canvassing but now around Bell Road here in Windsor, and now at the desk. Thinking of time and the realizations I’ve had, about what I want, what I want to do— NO, need to do, HAVE TO —And moving forward. Writing in journal. Walking around the Windsor and thinking to Self, replaying memories with the kids and the Nurse, then recently in Vegas, now quickly that just happened and this writer nearly forgetting ab out it.
HOW???
What the fuck, why does Time’s evil spell sometimes succeed? The Nurse and I this morning and last night talking like we never have. The Story is distinct, musical, prominent, pronounced. I’m not compromising or negotiating my happiness.
Sipping espresso as I messaged the Nurse a bit ago, and I am ALIVE. Felt sleepy, like sleep was something to be entertained but no more. Keeping myself in writing mode, a new Hem.
Getting kids soon, the day long but the espresso lets me know that my sprint is infinite. No other option. Paris on the mind, the rain, the tables, walk on Seine, trying to take SELF back. See me and the Nurse there, walking wherever. No designation, just wandering – select fascination.