My eyes are sitting on huge rings and gritty pullings into heavy sleep I can’t quite reach. I’m looking at my skin with those eyes. I’m finding the patterns on too pale cheeks and worn out lips with the slight stain of cold sores to remind me I should stop biting my knuckles and eat more than bread and half melted chocolate. Who will I be tomorrow or today when I’m struggling so much with the how. The how and the why and the when and the should I and the how will I know. My fingers are weeping words onto all these pages full of familiar fears, resting so precariously on half formed hopes. The maybe I will, maybe I am and always have been. But echoed shadowed always by the who am I to decide?
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- I had such a great time learning about cyanotypes with the Holdfast Limestone Coast Art Project on Saturday. This is the second of their workshops I’ve attended and both have been so soul-nourishing, as-well as full of new skills and knowledge about both art things and local algae! 💛Happy World Theatre Day. 💛Happy World Day of Theatre for Children and Young People!Although I’m perfectly capable of changing a tyre, I really appreciate Tom the truckie and the unnamed guy in a ute who both stopped to check I was okay and changed the flat for me. I was 40kms out of Pinnaroo, with no service and it was very dark. My car has a space saver spare which you’re only meant to go 80k/h on, so I also really appreciate Tom sticking behind me as I crawled to Pinnaroo to make sure I got to the servo safely (my spare was a bit deflated when we put it on!).
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