Being absent from your work sucks. Like writing i mean. I'm just starting to get back into the flow of things. But thoughts can be like debris. Gathering into a mound against the walls of your mind. Gathering so much to the point of there being no more room at all. And i guess that's what i've been going through. Thoughts are debris. Thoughts are bits of aeroplane, packets of chips, bricks of houses and pickets of fences.
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Thanks so much for reading!