Emotions, Life, Love, Thinking


This morning I have no words. I have no pictures. All I have is a bruised and battered heart.

As a writer I should be able to explain things…. how I feel, why I feel that way, what I think etc. But I can’t. Isn’t that ironic?

Essie knows something is wrong. She keeps pacing through the living room. I’m going to join her. Thanks for reading. Stay safe.

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