pressure

what does love look like today? an overtired mother of three, struggling along, forgetting to have fun with as well as take care of her children. a stressed-out teenager, not knowing he has nothing to worry about. a song by fridge, mellow yet insistently present. the promise of mountains. the thought of connections, even if not the connection itself.

friends. inescapably one of life's most wondrous aspects. at times i feel as though i have none, at other times many, and the best times, like now, where i have two or three golden souls nearby, humming while they create.

it all fuses together and separates upon cooling. shapes emerge that were lost in the heat, the compression factor, space getting sucked into time. i stroll by, drooling.