Sometimes saying the truth requires volume.
Sometimes color.
Sometimes emptiness, and silence and breath.
Make a space and see what fills it.
We're always pushing and pushing and pushing
And pulling and pulling and pulling.
Stop it!
There's an ache above my left eyebrow deep in my head and it's a fiending that's waiting for a fix.
I'm tired I'm hungry I'm scared I'm bored I'm excited I'm having fun.
I am I am I am.
Shhh!
Sit on the porch and watch the birds for two hours.
Draw a wooden cube and a white pitcher on a striped table cloth in pencil for three.
Massage your lover with oil and feel their muscles slip and shift under your hands.
Go for a drive in silence and in the barrage of your own thoughts.
Call me when you're done.
Or better yet,
Don't.