An Empty Underbelly
I wonder if there is a seething underbelly to my emotional calm seas which is volotile yet controlled in this tiny space I allow discordant emotions. Or perhaps there is just a void, an empty underbelly. A hungry, empty underbelly.
The monkey catcher must have many a day when there is not a single monkey, days filled with slowly, slowly. So it was today, it is the first day in which I go with new project of tidying up.
