i’m afraid to think about what messages ive been putting out recently.
There is a tiredness seeping to my bones, infecting my brain, altering the way i float in and out of physical and digital space.
I’m pinging the rest of the world with my energy. sms messaging without the phone.
That’s just social interaction.
This is a secular prayer to the fine tuning that oversees us all:
Please let me feel warm and full.
Let me spread the messages i want to see more of in the world.