There’s a post I want to write but won’t.
I have so much to say that it feels like I’m choking and drowning all at once. My heart is heavy and bursting, my gut feels punched and in knots. My mind is a mess and not very kind. I’ve got nothing to write that I would want to read, yet inside there are a thousand shouts wanting to be heard.
I need a new template to follow. I need to maybe not be in charge of my own choices. I’d like to borrow a voice other than my own and use it to say things that haven’t been thought in my own head.
I’d like to take a vacation from myself and come back when the weather is better inside.
I’ve lost my smile.