Smashed right into the wall

There we go again.

I should be writing more often but these days, I can’t find my words. It feels like being in the middle of a storm where there are so many things to say and yet not finding the way to express what’s going on. Many times have I come here, and stared at the blank window, waiting for something to crawl or jump out of my mind, but nothing. This tingling sensation of numbness, of lightheadedness where everything is there but comfortably behind a wall of fog.

So then the window is closed and everything stays inside the wall of fog and grows every day until finally one day, something will have to give.

I think I better go and get some sleep.

Till then…