#dayoneofmany

I am trying to get rid of this back pain-counting one two three four five-and trying to reimagine what pleasure feels like. It is a light blue, ray of sunlight kind of day and I see the feather that happens to float in the wind. The softness is attractive but it doesn’t feel right. I remember blowing dandelions and imagine a seed slowly catching wind and falling from the presumed cliff into the water. Slowly I watch it, feel it navigate the space of pain in my body as it lands, ever so softly in the water, creating the most delicate of ripples. eighty eight eighty nine ninety. It is a decadent feeling.