i haven't cooked for myself in what is rapidly approaching a month. i think about it at times. i will go to the kitchen and look, but then i feel uneasy or unsettled or anxious or maybe even scared. and i'm aware that it's a reaction that i could simply step through, i don't.
i never felt like there was enough time in the day, before. now time disappears in great chunks. hours slip by due to nothing much.
i've thought about it.
you are part, of every thing