I hear you, Rob. Sometimes I feel in a convoluted wonderland, other times on a roller-coaster, and still again stretches where I'm walking across endless plains with nary a tree, river, or hillock in sight.
And those simple words cannot convey the joy, ennui, or bleak despair that passes through me. I sometimes feel like a planet, and this emotional weather blows past, east-to-west, in my atmosphere. I can only tell myself that after it passes, I will still be earth.
And those simple words cannot convey the joy, ennui, or bleak despair that passes through me. I sometimes feel like a planet, and this emotional weather blows past, east-to-west, in my atmosphere. I can only tell myself that after it passes, I will still be earth.