I am full, yet when i sit down to write, words come only in dribbles. So much going on inside me...Many around me are struggling- much to my regret i feel distant from my friends at the house- i am consumed with so many things- i fear i am slipping away from them...the thing i am trying not to think about may be one thing...that may be what causes the haze that descends on my attempts to write about anything else- that may be part of what is pulling me away at the moment. i feel almost as if forming, as if i am striving to break free of a sticky cocoon, and can't quite yet... something... its almost there...my mind is spinning...
That might just be lack of food.
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...or gas?
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