I am struggling to write.
In the past month, that is. Its a combination of being distracted and being mapless. Words dont come out, the poetry is stifled, the songs dont matter - and yet I continue to trudge along.
Would you continue to trudge along if the heart did not beat well, or if you gasped for breathe, or had severe constipation?
Point is - I know something is broken. I am not even taking a pause to fix it.
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