Friday, 10 April 2015

Straying from the tracks

A white page... scary abyss or fountain of possibility? I suppose something in-between or a bit of both. There's no denying the potential though. Promising or otherwise.

Tiredness has a way of seeping in through the cracks sometimes. It burrows underneath the happy thoughts and slips behind cheerful faces. And then starts slowly dragging everything down towards a haggard and grey fog of vague uneasiness and distress.

I need a break. Obviously. I need to get back on my bike and get outside. But in the mean time I need to stave off the draining long enough by feeding it more sunshine!

Currently: bleurgh
Listening to: mùm - I know you are but what am I?

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