I sit and stare at a blank piece of paper.
It has not been a good day.
Oh sure, physical I was no worse, mentally I am a wreck.
There are spaces between each line I type
that are still blank. Blank.
I’m confused about my mental place today. I worked but didn’t go in to work.
Perhaps my mental space today, that gray what's the point sort
of space, is a culmination of not writing my blog. I frequently feel bad because, as the gray
creeps in, it takes away things that made me happy and maybe things that helped
others.
So whether it matters or not, I’ll be writing again.
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