The possibility of time vacated, rather than the burden.
This morning I awoke after three hours of sleep, an hour and a half before my alarm went off. I didn’t think about oceans, but I did think about cobwebs.
What do we call that feeling as we convince our minds to overcome the body’s fear of the obvious delusion of jumping off a cliff into blue water below? It is the moment after fear, before elation.
Sometimes the Unsaid is more important than what was said.
“Do you want strawberries?”