Today my Spirit and my flesh had a conversation.
My mind tried to break them up before it got too heated, but her effort was futile.
My Spirit wants a little space. “It’s not you it’s me”, was heard echoing.
“When I am near you, I am not myself. I need time to figure this out. I want some distance.”
My flesh tried to convince her that they could do it together.
My mind suggested a truce.
“I can’t”, my Spirit replied. “I can't think when I’m around you. This is just not going to work.”
My flesh packed her bags, because it was my Spirit’s name on the deed.
My mind wandered aimlessly, feeling lost.
I’m going to lay down. I have a headache.
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