Clutter

I feel like covering myself with a blanket and hiding under a shell and never coming out again. Usually when I feel this way I stop writing. But I won’t this time. I want to see how long this phase lasts.

Erratic and irate is how I feel. Clutter piling up in my mind, leaving little space for flow of oxygen.

Deep sigh!

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