This Morning

I woke with only a half hour of the morning left. Trying to sleep away sickness.
I woke up, unsure of where I was, whose floor I was on.
Such scattered dreams, my mom, my uncle, friends from the Road- some regulars, some unexpected- uninvited and recurring. Not in a bad way, just perplexing.
There were fragments of a Bon Iver song floating in my waking moments, Re:Stacks. Haunting.
I woke with words in my mouth so I rushed to a pen and paper to get them out, to get them down. Guitar. A broken, half-written song trying to stretch it's wings. If Bon Iver met Anais Mitchell met a lonely homesick girl, thrown from bed by such feverish dreams.

And I am always amazed at my ability to be a walking contradiction, almost constantly.
I came across a plea scrawled in my notebook,
"Sometimes I wish that I wanted just one thing."