thedarlingbear
I'm tempted always not to write, it's frustrating how foggy my brain feels these days. Laying out sentences never used to feel like constructing some kind of wobbly sidewalk, where the concrete never solidifies, it's always something you could sink int like quicksand... but that's how it feels now. Like the words don't call me out. Like I'm laying bricks that don't want to cooperate.