July 12, 2020
I’ve been stuck. Wordless, I have been unable to escape the present. Find the future. Remember the past. My mind wanders from room to room, carried by legs a little confused as to why they are there.
The days blend together, beyond boredom, through a fog of ennui, “of course, they blend together, how could they blend apart?” my own attempt at humor falls on deaf ears. The nights are broken by too-real dreams, a restless soul searching for security, heavy eyelids gliding smoothly downward … shh, is the whisper. she’s almost back to sleep.