Simmer.

1.31.17

The world is awake. The darkness outside is turning towards light. My heart and my head are anxious. There are eternities, galaxies, whirlwinds of thoughts swirling around and around within me. My composure stays still and settled; I appear to be simmered.

I’m not.

Inside I’m frantic and agitated. I’m curious and anxious and I wonder:

what are you seeing when you look at me

-b

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