Sunday, November 20, 2022

Too Far, Too Deep

I find it impossible to write this morning.  I went too far last night in search of peace, in the pursuit of bliss.  I confronted things. . . I don't know.  How much does one confess?  What is true and what is fiction?  

I'll need to come back to myself.  The day is cloudy, cool and damp. . . predictable gloom.  I'll soak in the tub, drink tea. . . all the things I thought I would do before.  

The photo is apropos.  Phone camera.  What a world. 

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