Fizz… fizzle… the day has started and I’m feeling like a plane running out of fuel immediately after take off. My body is exhausted, my mind heavy and dense what ever horizon I saw at day break is fuzzy… fizzling… fizz
This infection erases my memory – a blank stare as I look at the vases on the dining room table. You gone, gone in feelings that are lost in my brain fog. And where am I?
I’m the one starting the day slowly – wishing for a foundation to build upon – the orders for materials are strewn around my brain, unfilled, waiting for me – to pick one… see a future… plan for the future. which is a heavy load and a forgotten time as I’m so imbedded in the now fog.