A million thoughts trip over one another and I can't seem to focus. My mind wanders around; eyes look but don't see; ears hear, but don't listen. I search for something even Google is unable to find. I find myself searching on FaceBook...for some clue. I clean a lot, I cook. I even do the dishes. For once these things make me feel is not a writer's block; it is one of those times...

Painting: Mark Rothko


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