something didn't turn out the way i wanted it to. and i'm still not broken. i'm still me and everything still looks the same and that must mean that it is fine.
today was loud and hot and cold and really pressed in hard on me. sensory overload now. no more crowd no more music no more lights sound people everywhere moving and pushing and after awhile it all stops making sense and just becomes this big blur of color and light and noise and muddy messy exploding energy.
breathe. low lights. quiet.
in the morning i will run from the bay bridge to the golden gate bridge and then some. 7.5 miles. now is for sleep.
night night songbirds. be safe and warm in your small nests. dream well.