Withdrawals

Suddenly it was Thursday, as if I should have known, but I had forgotten the days leaping, and I was just going through the motions gathering time, space, projecting those plans into actions so that they didn't speak orphan languages. 

I looked at my glasses and I felt like having a conversation with them, as if things were left unsaid because I spent all day today working on my own and my eyes were the ones that communicated with the world and backed me up. 

It's time to renew the habit of turning in, of gathering sand, of lending future thoughts to the next day. It's just the quiet amazement at being alive.