I did not wake up to a partner. I did not wake up to human company. I woke up to me, taking directly to a void. In cartoon form, it would look grey and cone shaped. But that´s not really what it´s like.

I woke up to a great indwelling of adult aloneness today. In the way, I rippled across the untouched surface of my apartment as I walked through to get some coffee. After layers and layers of deep, bound up sleep. Like a little Peruvian baby wrapped in an Alpaca blanket awaking to a new day, completely unaware of what happened before. As this day

…is also different.

I woke up to a world of a separate container. Friends have sent some messages. Friends explemplifying the purest form of human love. Across the great divide of my aloneness, of the ponded air around me, and into the newish dark. I awoke to a world of me facing a great human and artistic void. A void of I am not sure what. A void of work to be done. A void where possibility can be filled in like those satisfying coloring exercises where color replaces the white space. That is me, a partial human structure, filling in the void with these words in this place.