Not sure is it a poem or blog, or simply a thought for the day. Maybe it is just all of them.
This week the internet just made my creative head space feel
so cluttered and
fuzzy, out of shape and
I decided I need a break from the grief
even its joy can seem too much and
become over the top.
I just needed a break to
dream and bask in the sunlight
pick daisies for the guinea pigs
and think about stories
But before I disappeared,
I spoke some friends
because I was at home writing
and they said they felt the same way too
and we shared a story or two.
They had been to
to walk their dogs
and bask in the sunlight.
They too felt the power of the story
and the day dream.
When I went off line I thought
about friendship across time…
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