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I was out and about today. I saw love notes in fragile bottles and strength in handshakes. I heard the yells of excitement coming from my sister when we entered our new home. I tasted cigarette ash that the wind had helped travel into my mouth this morning. I saw, I heard, I tasted. I never felt.
The white walls and the dark shadows sitting in my room are supposed to make me excited. I have a blank canvas but no inspiration. I'm just tired now. It is how I have been for a while. Tired, tired, tired...
This week has been a reminder that my heart is still beating and alive.