*Stickied.

Hi baby,

I'm off to Babyland for 2 weeks, just so you know...

I will not be reached at the rate that I normally do.

I might just sink myself to the seabed or meditate among the mist up on the hills,

please forgive me being 'inconsistent',

because this is the time where I regain my consciousness...from the senses that I am once so familiar with.

The flare directly on top of the TV,

conversations men spared in the living room,

sound of the grill door dragged,

birds chirping in the morn...with the coffee orders,

mum's gentle voice beside the bed...

Baby I'm home now,

first time I feel rooted.