I wasn’t wanting to come back to Word Press or to my blog @ Art Rat Cafe.
I was disillusioned and discombobulated.
I saw it all as a game and I am not a player.
I saw it all as a still resistance to whatever went before.
I saw it all, the tearing torture, the vomit inducing hurting,
the endings and the endings and the endings.
‘And you ask, why can’t you sleep?