trampette

one of the patron saints of Siena, Ansanus. Considered the baptizer, was beheaded in 304. His memorial falls on my birthday as well. I am relieved by this....it makes me fantasize.

I'm coming into this landscape of synchronicity.... where my dreams sort of lay clues, like breadcrumbs, all about my new hometown. Siena is spoiled in that way, bankers that stroll the streets, most surely needing to have their heads dunked for some time in tepid water.... Forgetting to stand straight, then suddenly feeling so weightless.

I've started on zoloft....3rd night and it has already started giving me insomnia.....yet i relish in being able to look about me in the dark, no need of sleep, yet desiring of my usually vivid dreams. I'm not sure what to make of this decision I've made to take meds.

Depression is my runted self in my own hands, whom I lullaby to. I am not ready to drop her, but she eats flesh and smudges of me are now left where a shadow profile firmly lived.

& honey/miele............

my kind of rabbit