These days I'm not breathing deep.
Concentration is shot.
Motivation is down.
Focus is a thing of the distant past.
It's all about treading water and compartmentalizing.
Holding it together as best I can.
Avoiding delving too deep for fear I'll get lost there.
This too shall pass, I keep telling myself. But I have no idea when.
Monday, July 31, 2017
Sunday, July 30, 2017
frozen
These days, I can't write.
So much is going on, so much is overwhelming me, there's so much to process, to think about, to be angry at, scared of, be overwhelmed by, that it's hard to take a deep breath and focus.
Concentrate.
Find words.
Hey, find feelings to put into words.
It's been a long time, longer than I can remember, since words have escaped me.
But here I am.
Grasping at the edges of ideas.
Longing for eloquence and reason to come back.
So much is going on, so much is overwhelming me, there's so much to process, to think about, to be angry at, scared of, be overwhelmed by, that it's hard to take a deep breath and focus.
Concentrate.
Find words.
Hey, find feelings to put into words.
It's been a long time, longer than I can remember, since words have escaped me.
But here I am.
Grasping at the edges of ideas.
Longing for eloquence and reason to come back.
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