A New Epiphany ...?

I’ve been looking through some of my recent entries of late, and it goes without saying that it shows for drab and dismal reading.

A long pole wedged in a very deep, thick pool of mud one might say.

It usually seems to be the case that writing does get me through situations and mood in the past. But in saying so, I guess not at this hour in time. The more I seem to write over these past few days, the more abstract and odd my thoughts seemed to appear to be when inked.

The attic is a weird place to be in.

There has been thoughts of getting away from it all, sorta like removing myself from where I am, all the clutter and noise, and refocus and perhaps, breathe again.

Mayve in turn, happier thoughts and scenarios would become more apparent. Mmaybe it’s time for me to have a new sense of fortitude, and well … live life again?