Feb. 19

2/19/2026 8:53 Correspondence 154

Today has been highs and lows. Positive buoyancy and negative buoyancy. It's difficult to find a balance.  Difficult to stay still. Right in the middle of an ocean. 

Thats the dream. 

Now here is a poem about the spring in a pin. 

Spring

*Click*

Here I am shoved 

Falling into myself 

Pushed by a blue plunger 

Or more actually, and finger 

Wound tight and locked 

Into a pancake

I am compressed

Energy claws its way out. 

Given the smallest chance 

I will jump away 

*Click*

Oh sweet release

I stand tall once again

No longer crammed into my corner

I could sing, I could dance 

I push back

Though I am no longer as tight wound 

I am relaxed, content with who I am 

Stable in my track.

Surrounding the ink.

I am proud 

But I already count 

Until the next letter needs to be written 

I wait here, dreading that next 

*Click*