CRYPTO say HELLO

The way I feel now is steady, sallow, stuck behind the eyes exactly.  There is numbness by my ears, around my nose--these places we don't feel things exactly.  There is water boiling on the stove.  

I haven't been here in years.  But it feels like just the place to come now.  I like Susannah writing emails to Clare now.  It makes so much sense.

I feel like a jetty, stuck in water with it crashing all around, rocks underneath, and weather weather weather.  I feel the freedom of not having to make sense.

Just to play, to have energy enough to play with shapes, fabrics, sew things together.  What difference does it make?  But words, words are nice enough to play.  And without music, there is only words.  Music is in the van.