Semi-Daily Scribbles

With those new eyes I'm learning to use, I need to carve out more real estate in my heart to comprehend the images demanding to be seen. My brain is quick to label, judge, dismiss, move on. I need to tell it to take a seat. Morning ritual: 'see' my face in the mirror and meet a stranger. 'See' cereal floating in a bowl but can't taste it. Say 'I love you,' and uncertain what that means. The rising sun wants to slice through the murkiness I'm fond of getting lost in. Today I'll let it burn away the Idea of Me.