I woke up refreshed, body still refused to cooperate, when I finally picked up a pen, mind became a clean slate.
Grounded back to reality when I got asked ,“how are you feeling today?”
Oh? I’m feeling as crisp as the pages of a newly unpacked journal, as worn out as the cover of a used book from your neighborhood store.
Kept flipping through the pages to find something that resonates, rummaging through the annotations to feel more, more and more.
Had a very frustrating encounter with the self that only felt, it lacked the words. Even the purest form of communication didn’t seem to work. The self I kept enclosed, it felt watched, never truly seen. It screamed into a void, never truly heard.
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