the musings of a mad woman

i woke up all wrong today. found the sun covered by clouds beneath my feet. the branches of trees were grazing my face, their roots growing from the sky. i walked into the kitchen to show my hoyoo the clouds trailing me. it feels wrong  to walk on the sun, i said to her, even if it is wearing a frown. she looked at me, her hands pounding out the sabayed. maybe this is the sun's way of telling you to look up, she said, maybe it's trying to tell you it's time to stop resting your chin on your collarbone.