With this intensity, for the first time since who knows exactly when and it doesn’t fucking matter.

I’m here, so powerful, and renewed.

More poetry seen and communicated from what now me surrounds.

Reciting, music… now me with new tracks that haven’t been with set anchor in years.  But again, never mind time.  I’m here, NOW, writing differently.

Me, this writer type and species, designed differently – nothing mortal, nothing predictable or terrestrial.  I don’t know what it is planted in what I’m feeling, but there is no way it can be punctured or paused.

09:43……..  Do I want to run this morning??  Here I go…

Maybe consider this week a week off.  I honestly don’t remember the last run I went on, is that bad?  Maybe it’s just that kind of week.

Lunch with Nurse around noon.  Will launch after this entry.. caring for and redesigning SELF this morning.  When was the last time I felt this free…

And light?  Living, unafraid and bold, fear has become a non-topic, like I said yesterday in my speech.

Fascinated by fear, and what I’ve finally blasted through…

Anew.

Truth ensued, any self-doubt or anxiety with now

no glue

Writer of a sharped sense and mood—