Sometimes I have words and sometimes I have pictures. And sometimes I have both. Or neither.
My mind is fog
Having one of those months where my words and ability to focus like a normal human being have deserted me.
I know my words will come back, but it’s so terrifying when the fog descends.
No one tells you how hard it is…when the person you’re waiting for to return is yourself.
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