I haven’t been writing; I have been in a fog.
My mind is hazy. My brain & heart feel disconnected from each other.
It’s all I can do to just exist right now.
But that really isn’t enough in the present moment… There is too much to do.
And so this little clown juggles, forcing a smile, standing on one leg, and holding my breath.
What will I drop and shatter this time?
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Being born and raised in the south should have made me more inbred and less tolerant, but something went wrong in the grand scheme of these damned rebels.
I am;
brutally honest,
a bad driver with a record to prove it,
a connoisseur of stand-up comedy,
the eldest child,
an aware procrastinator,
semi-sweet,
the result of my mother losing her virginity,
easily excitable,
a lover of music,
a pretty shit liar,
late to any event no matter what,
myself without apology.
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