EIM: Somber

Somber is the way heaviness presses me to a warm slumber.  Almost the exact opposite of motivation.  Lack of motivation and desire and progress.  Heavy and mesmerized by the hot…no longer ablaze coals, warming with their constancy and stillness. I can access so many emotions here, this emotion allows so much creative planning and percolating and remembering. All the fairies and ladybugs and trolls live here with me, in this place.  So much assimilation and time both well spent and much wasted. Time?  Pffft what is time?  There is no tick of a clock here or tock of a standard. No, not here. Just space and awakening in a deep slumber.