i am stretched at your head calling out to the air

today was weird.

i don't mean that in a bad way. it's just that the rhythm, the flow, the something was off kilter. it felt like i was swimming in jello, or breathing in bacta, or looking through mud, or...well.... something.

i made lemon cakes. i painted a picture that looks like tolkien. i cursed the wind as my tears froze streaming across my face. i made dinner and ate at ten. i wore leg warmers with my shorts. i got lost in folk music.

yes. weird is a good word for it.

not that it was bad. it was just weird.