Again, I am in the midst of an out of control period. Many, many things going on, things I won't be able to enumerate, but lots of them. Love, friendship, sudden encounters, work, arguments, hatred, lost and found opportunities, laughs, tears,... many, many, many things.
And yet, unable to write. Collapsed. Happy or sad, don't know. Next weekend by the sea should help me tide up my brain and stop to think one thing after the other. Cause and effect, you know. I just hope it's not too late. I just hope I will find out that March was not that bad, and that it's just the spring that has my body cells up and dancing all day long.