Quiet, Patient, Whole

Some things feel like they're crashing, but I'm not sure if it's me or them. I feel like I'm picking up on something mushy in the air - I don't like it. It's work related, so not really a big problem in the big picture, it's minimized to a small section... but still, I feel it.

I'm trying to clear myself of anyone else's nasty energy and find that quiet, strong spot in my own little bubble.

I have no idea of things. I am the quiet. The patient. The whole.

My own four square blocks.