Tired Today

And so, a little automatic writing from whatever scrap of cloth and gristle I call my heart.

To be human is to be afraid. To seek comfort and to seek comfort in what cannot provide safety. Fearing what can do no ultimate harm – not death, but loss and lack threatening to unravel one’s hastily and unevenly seamed garment.

Nothing a good night’s sleep and an eye to the eternal verities won’t cure.