Ink

Buzzing
Two places at once.
Ink
Surrounding me in more ways than one.
1930's music dances through the air-
New found obsession.

Cool breeze, high ceilings.
Open spaces- in more ways than one.

It's almost lulling- Peace restored.
Itching, to get another, to be another, to see another
To hear another.
Ink, spilling onto these pages, and onto a loved one's skin.

Moderation- a word I've never known,
Balance- a word I crave, and seem to manage immensely.
A story, written in so many ways.

A smile, a joyful heart- a peaceful feeling in the
Anxiety of caution.

Blessed- that distance and connection
are graciously sprinkled throughout my life.