Making up for the days I was gone from the blog and in bed sick. This pretty much sums up how I felt, where I just couldn't grab any words and felt that the stories I already had planned to write were leaving me as I lay sick.
*picture is originally from http://www.artlimited.net/image/en/82659
01/29/2013 (Wednesday)- A Runaway Life
My journal stayed closed for three long days.
Sitting in a drawer, locked in the dark.
I’d hear it as I slept through the night—crying, calling, knocking in the drawer to be let out. I passed it off as medications tripping me out more than usual. I covered my ears, closed my eyes, and buried myself in to my slice of perceived reality.
It’s only paper and ink. Nothing more.
On the last day all was quiet. I got out of my sickbed, opened the drawer, and took out my journal…
…and found that all the words were gone.