Metabolism

Dear Purpurea,

What does it mean to change?

What will the next step be?

I am stuck in a loop: I believe I must do something different to feel different; but then it seems I must feel different to do something different?

Confusion like this makes me a fatalist. Or is that the thing I need to change?

I am feeling reluctant to wax so poetic about anything right now - I feel my mind is full of false steps, and I am craving objectivity and perspective.

Off I go once again, to bed, to cycle through another day, which I always hope to be an unfolding spiral.

Is it?

Affectionately yours,
Peliens