Sep 202011
 

I’m lost today, swinging at unfinished thoughts in the air, but nothing is connecting.

It was a long weekend and I’m having trouble wrapping my brain around any of it. I have a tendency to conduct post-mortems on my time with J, and for the most part, I find there’s generally something I need to consider, figure out, understand, or learn about myself. It’s like there’s something discordant that needs resolved, and generally, it gets resolved, and it’s a good thing.

This time, I don’t feel the resolution and I’m not even sure I can identify the dissonance.

I’ve been trying to write, but my head is all over the place and I feel alternately soft and fuzzy and then steel and prickly. Worse, I can’t come to any conclusions and can’t seem to finish a fucking thought. That’s so unlike me.
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