Rumblings
We can put duct tape on our mouths so that we can't talk. Someone needs to invent a duct tape for brains, so that we can't think. It's incredibly frustrating to have thoughts that you can't speak. As a consequence you just end up thinking about them that much more.
My stomach is incredibly angry at me, I think. It shouldn't be after yesterday. But here we are again in the evening hours, listening to angry rumblings. Silver lining? I will HAVE to have lost weight after this fiasco.
I will continue to stare at this blank canvas. Look beyond the feathers and see the eyes, or see beyond the eyes to the feathers?
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