this morning

This morning things look different. I woke up, worries didn't assault me during the night.

I didn't need to confirm myself. Things look the same around, but I take command so the boat doesn't sink.

This morning I woke up and searched for my pink underwear, just like that. Made a little ritual of putting it on.
Did a stroll to around and back and enjoyed the calm of pink on my skin.

I am thinking if putting up a new blog with "the project" and dedicate the writing to the notepad next to me.


Still thinking