Yoga

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It was easier today to get up at 6 a.m.
I took a shower and had a small cup of coffee.
I woke up humming a tango song that I still didn't have on my iPod.
So I came to my computer and bought three new songs.
I got a text message from someone who is far away, but he didn't call last night.
I can't help but wonder: what was he up to? I'd like to understand my instincts.
Why can't I just trust anymore? Or shall I say, why can't I trust him?
After I got that text, I had a very weird dream.

I'm heading to my Yoga class with a bunch of new songs to listen to. Music makes life less ordinary. Love, on the other hand, tends to complicate things.

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