Much crazy deer energy keeping me up. It hangs in the shed near my structure. Deer, you have been through so very much to be here tonight, saturated with your own adrenaline.
...And I've been eating a lot of sugar. I respond to my own attempts of deprivation with overindulgence.
And in wakefulness I surf, becoming forces of nature, elements coming into one another. I cannot be sure if I was composing poetry, moaning and screaming in my own head or if it was spoken aloud.
I am happy to be awake, despite needing to wake up at 7am, and I encounter all the sensations that would normally be triggers with me, and I am liberated to find I can just be with them. That I can choose differently.