last night i dreamt i'd forgotten my name

the thing about doing the right thing is it sometimes doesn't feel like the right thing at the time.

but i looked up at the moon. it was cold and clear and a perfect half moon with perfect clean edges. i thought, i feel a little like that now: still sometimes like something might be missing, but with clean edges. if i remain a little ragged it's only inside where people can't really see it.