laps

laps, the kinds you run, around and around, and around and around and around.

then, lapse, as in time, relapse, as in time again. time again. there is a car alarm in the far distance tonight.

it doesn't matter, everyday is another gift of witness. always gonna be pain. always gonna be someone making choices around you that you don't want.

i got out to the beach this weekend: the ocean and sky and sand are so expansive, so grounding, so much bigger than my little house in the city, so much more infinite; the view immediately so much more vast and true and never/always changing- than it sometimes feels in the little mind. why i like to go there: it's like a reset button. it just supports you.

what i appreciate this week is family, friends, in all their iterations.

and

music, music