I can feel the draw pulling me back pulling me back to where you are the me I left behind and yet all new and different now these days this time gone by away waking up wild can do this to a person one day all gnarly hair and tumultuous being skittering through the walls of what is and the next all calm presence and decorum as if the yesterday were nothing more than a dream but it wasn’t isn’t and it is because of yesterday and now today together and back to back that when I wake and the wild has gone the smell of roasting peanuts from the Jif factory just over the way in the morning window where the rain still plunks at the deck boards that I realize again I get to yesterday and today and every bit in between
runon: pulling me back~
