Where Did It All Go?

Was life once really that carefree? That easy? That untainted by fear and anger and illness and stress?

It doesn’t seem possible.

Maybe all those things were there after all, and it was just easier to ignore them; pretend the cries and howls were nothing more than the wind, the shrieks and barks nothing more than the branches knocking against the window.

I have no idea what to do with myself. I think I have forgotten how to create.

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