I’m sat here in my pyjamas, with no sense of what to do next.
Nothing, literally. My mind is blank.
I have nothing to write about, nothing to look forward to, nothing to do!
I’ve turned into a hungover writer, with nothing to do, and a lack of morale.
🙂 yayyy, 100 years early, I’m having a midlife crisis!
in other news, I drink a lot of different teas now.
and yet still the words roam my mind, a little snapshot for y’all:
“with charred hopes and dreams came the never ending grey, the clouds lifted and the moon dances, but the flowers were already dead, it was too late- .”