I’m watching the sky cloud over, with rain expected later in the day, and I’m still light on words right now.
It will persist until it doesn’t, just another 20 pound backpack on top of all the other baggage I’m carrying currently. The world itself is heavy; the air itself is heavy.
As though we are standing at one end of a series of disasters that will continue until there are no more disasters. What a cheery post.
Welp, this is where my mind is.
We’re hurtling downhill, no brakes, because the brake lines were deliberately cut. And I can see that and I can say that but there’s precious little I can do about it.
What do I know, I had a night full of dark, disturbing dreams that don’t make lot of sense in this thin morning light.
Shocking.
Anyway, I think this current little drought isn’t caused by a lack of ideas, but by the dam I’ve put up because I don’t want to put all that I’m really thinking out into the universe, so it can take hold and fester.
Everything is festering fine on its own, thank you very much.
So I will take my doom, my outside impending gloom, and call it a post.
Have a great Thursday.
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