A little backtracking, a little forward thinking ...
Creatively I am crushed.
A cold. A chronic cough. A fatigue that's settled itself deep into my bones. I'm addicted to cough drops and my bed at an early hour.
I want to feel like me again. I want to laugh until I cry. I want to make silly faces at people in parked cars and fly by buildings ablaze in the afternoon sun.
I want to remember the feel of summer on my face. The smell of fresh cut grass and the sound of mowers buzzing in the distance.
I want the snow to go away.
I want, I want, I want ...
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