Bsd

Just

     intenseness.

the whole damn week,

good and bad and thank G-d for all of it, 

i'm alive and there's so much happening

in a week that feels like a month sunday so far from monday and friday even farther away

missing people,

so happy,

hurting for friends and happy for them and myself mixed up in all kinds of lives, including my own

can't seem to catch a breath

i'm so grateful

and yet sleep (my personal Kyptonite, sleeping at all the wrong times and in the wrong places,, why is the couch always more comforting than my bed?) is so alluring.