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.
Enjoy.
*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.
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