Back to back

Guess I wasn't back. And now I'm having a back attack. Not my aching back, cuz it's not aching. And maybe I am and maybe I'm not, but as I'm riding in the car, taking in the 101south, I feel a heaviness in my head lifting and making way for something else. Will that something else be bloggable? Singable? Paintable? Edible?I won't know until I know. But I know that I know life keeps on and as long as we keep living, we are Life and Life is. Created by us, for us, performed by us. Ms Lila. You sweet and terrifying biatch of fullness. Bring it! Overwhelm me. Underwhelm me. It's all perfect. And so are we.