An odd sensation, not sure how to best describe it. Nothing is wrong, exactly, I just don't feel myself. Part of me, the part that was expressed through this blog, is silent. I wouldn't even mention it if I had become more reflective, but I just feel quiet. It's not that I am disconnected, I guess I'm just tired... Its been a long rough couple of weeks, emotional roller coasters and intense responses have drained me. Its not a peaceful quiet, yet not a worrisome quiet either.
Even my coloring has changed, shifted from being something to help me think to being something I do while watching/listening to a familiar movie... Not thinking. Focused on the sound of the crayon, watching the wax color the otherwise dull paper.
Even my coloring has changed, shifted from being something to help me think to being something I do while watching/listening to a familiar movie... Not thinking. Focused on the sound of the crayon, watching the wax color the otherwise dull paper.
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