27 – Emerge Slowly
Another book read
a wellspring of emotion
it is time to write
The books are magical slices, a kind of heaven, a drowning morass of ideas and inspiration. I am gutted and speechless. The reading hangover is the slowest slog back to reality. A whatever. My fingernails bitten down with persistant anxiety. There are questions we must answer that no one is asking. As with all disaster flicks when faced with the inevitable we all lose our minds – huzzah!