i want to wither away into the country, live in a tiny house, bake bread and run bare foot in the woods.
just me.
no grueling headlines, misunderstandings, conflicts, projections.
just bread, and birds, and brooks…
but yet still,
within,
a desire to connect.
relationships.
a fucking roller coaster of navigating.
realities and projections.
a never ending quest to be understood.
to be seen.
but yet what’s being seen.
times are turbulent.
triggers are abundant.
projections are epic in proportion.
i’m tired.
i just want to lye down by the brook and rest.
but when I rise.
it’s there again,
knocking,
Paradox.
📷 Joan Oger