FlickyTailSunrise

So apparently 3am, in some cultures, is the break between day and night, the shift from past to future.

Two times. Clock time that gives the feeling of constantly moving forward, where the future is always beckoning and story time where the past and memory finds its root and gives meaning to that fragile peace, that fleeting circumstance.

I tend to wake up at this breakpoint more and more nowadays. I’ll read my book, try not to overthink. Overthought is best told to flowing water, for it’ll wash the trouble away. I wish it would wash this lingering nausea away…

Yesterday, so many strands of hair came out its hard to think around the reality of all of this now. Its strange how this visual, tangible shedding becomes as symbolic as that time shift between real and illusion, clock time and story time.

Maybe this is the true Ode to me right now. Lying between past and future, clock time and story time waiting for the tap to turn and wash it all away…

May your Between find meaning and your daybreak be peaceful.

With love…🧡