peppermint

Did someone once say or sing or write that everything changes, everything remains the same? Because I agree with him/her/it.

I want to write about all of it. About her talking to me, about them running into him, about me thinking about him, about us planning, about lying down on a yoga mat crying with my eyes closed hoping hoping hoping for someone to touch my forehead with gentleness and strength and peppermint oil and telling me that it will all be okay.

And they did.

I will write later. I have too much seeping into my brain (part of it is nostalgia/regret/confusion/delusion and the other part is peppermint oil).

I need to marinate for some time.