My dreams have been weirdly mundane or realistic recently. I still have listlessly managed to lose their threads, and find myself wishing for more, without having worked up the energy to try much except some more mere maintenance.
I keep thinking that I'll figure out what changes I need to make in order to just accept me already, but I'm still too tired and hopeless to stay focused, much less put it all together and effect them.
Where runs the white pony . . ?