Often when I go several days in a row without writing, there is actually quite a lot going on in my head. It’s a warzone in there sometimes people. More than an angel whispering happy thoughts in one ear and a devil enticing evil in the other, it’s a virtual ground zero on some days. Thoughts careen into my frontal lobe without warning and invite my spirit to wake up, because something monumental is happening. But before I can write everything down, calm the chaos, and make sense of it all, the walls are already burning. The foundation rattles, the sides give way, and although a few good thoughts escape, many collapse and become buried in the rubble of a life that doesn’t always make sense to me.
The truth is sometimes painful.
Facades cut even deeper.