Bayfront

Focus Focus Focus:
Don’t we all need some focus?
I approached the Body with apprehension. As the minutes turned to miles turned to hours (2 and half to be precise), I felt a fraud in someway: had I called, had I spoken, did I have any sort of a relationship from which to speak? Yes and No.
Disordered feelings and thoughts shot out beyond the range of my vision, smashed out and under the wheels as each fiber of me and whatever I brought inched ever closer towards that destination. Certain place. Towards the location: Arrival.
So I made it. I was there. I traveled singularly and packed light. What would follow? Would there be a need for more than what I had provisioned?
They helped me in. I drank some water. I scanned the arrangements.
Hugs and I took off my jacket.
I could tell that they were actually happy to see me. Didn’t they hold anything against me. I wasnt expecting that.
I felt the need for more travel and more movement. My limbs felt uncomfortable.