feeling ineffectual

everything's the same all over again. or--everything's all the same, again. over and again. scrambling eggs for one. same recurring dreams. same songs and lyrics to fuel days. same everythings to fuel nights. same fears, secrets, obsessions. only the seasons have changed.

perhaps add in a bit more strength.

lately all i can think about is cooking with rosemary and hanging shelves. and maybe actually finishing a crochet project. thinking more of seasonal flowers rather than seasonal vegetables.

and thinking mostly of dotting the country, subletting in cities for a month at a time.