My joints itch.
My ankles, my knees and spine.
It doesn’t matter how I twist, stretch or pop. They itch while my body begs for rest and ease and my mind races with ideas and curiosities.
I want to go to JoAnns and Target and walk and gather for creation and ingenuity.
But I’m too lazy for that. I hope for sleep and maybe a new day will help for a fresh start.