My mind is a ruffle of feathers right now.
I’m thinking with a fog
Earphones are buttoned in.
Barely a sound.
Only soft spoken reminders
They signal that the world still exists around me.
Mute myself away.
In by the light corner
Filled with glass windows.
Wishing that the sky’s gray would at least give me relief.
Talk about diffusion.
Mints for relaxation.
Driving thoughts to calm stations.
Three more hours.
Barometer pressures are going down.
If you can manage to follow my thoughts
Here’s a suggestion of what I’ve been feeling.