I think I’ve just walked around one of the big circles that needed closure. I stepped back and admired it. It’s perfectly plump. I stuffed it with tears and many many laughs. I added conversations and sleepless nights of dwelling, pining, and full soundtracks to movies I edited in my brain. If I had more talent, I would have made it a bubble (sigh).
Now I’m floating outside the circle beginning a new one. This one started with spontaneous words. The words led to conversations. The conversations led to motivation. That motivation induced feelings. And those feelings are now mutating into different species of sensations which have led to different levels of sensibility.
It keeps popping up small circles inside it, around it. Circle after circle after circle.