There is a strange feeling here. It's like short-sightedness. I only say that because I'm very sensitive and particular when it comes to my vision. I need to have a view of something to do work, open space, and right now it's like looking straight at a wall and when I look out the window it's a wall, literally. I'm looking at a wall.
There's no wonder, there's no story out there, just stucco across a skinny driveway.
And when I say everything is connected, this is what I mean.
I've found comfort in a beautiful cage with nothing to see.
And as such, all the feelings that had meaning to me were lost in the bliss. In a placenta of ignorance and numbing domestication. It's why the cows come home and the horses run free.
I didn't realize the reins weren't in my hands 'til just now, right this very moment. Some had been walking me at a trot. And I love her.
PS this is not an allusion to Carver, it's a street name.
