Ahhhh I don’t want to be this way! My brain is like soft clay, waiting for any impression to hold. And then it is stuck there, interfering with everything and giving me nothing. Stubbornly stuck in a fog of wistful hoping. Branded. Stamped. Jailed.
And I can’t put my mind to anything. Can’t focus on reading. Don’t want to do anything. Don’t want to walk or run. Tired of food. Tired of poor choices. Too tired to change.
And it goes on…
Oh and I nearly forgot (which is probably a good thing). Weekend Escapade was in town again, but alas, no call, no nothing. And it is perhaps a good thing. But would have been not completely unwelcome.
And so I wait…
And it goes on…
