Horizon

Circling. 
I feel like a cat or dog trying to lie down. 
I procrastinate doing things...
things I like and want to do
things I need to do.
Bored.

Spinning.
Sleeping in...
staying up late...
just make it there before sunrise.
Sleep like the dead.
Dreams are few and far between
or at least remembering is.

Ennui.
I think that's what they call it.
It feels selfish to be so listless.
Ancestors whisper to remind me
that busy is not the goal.
Patience is the lesson.
This is an in between.

Transitions....are always the hardest.

Adjusting
to a slower pace
from always being on
for everyone else
to only being on
for myself.

Throwing
myself into
my self...
for me.

Swimming
down
deep
where I like
to hide.

Listening
for
my
breath.