16 Apr

My head feels a little heavy today and I would rather be in that park, sitting in silence, with just my thoughts, and the wind tickling my skin…and perhaps a few blank pages and a pen to write what is swirling around my head at the moment. The mind is a crazy place sometimes, filled with lots of rooms, stairs and sometimes trap doors. I feel like I’m sitting beneath a trap door at the moment in hiding, waiting for the storm to pass.


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