dandelion tea

fear and doubt have undone me today. i don’t even really want to talk about it. not here anyway. not now. too many unknowns to navigate. how does one navigate them all? i just can’t do it. maybe my new chiropractor is right. maybe it’s all in my gall bladder. maybe it’s all in my liver.

and it’s just a matter of detoxifying. i just have remind myself to drink dandelion tea and lemon water throughout the day. i must be vigilant about this. if i am not vigilant, other things happen. like finding a hair in a slice of pumpkin bread.

that was not a metaphor. it was a very nice strand of long, thin black hair that i found in a slice of pumpkin bread shortly before dusk on Division Street. i wish i could tell you more about it. and i will, once i know more myself. but it kind of reminded me of you.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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