Wear Your Waders

I feel compelled to write something, just to have a record that I was awake and alive just before 6 this morning. Beyond being awake and alive, I can make no claims. Other than feeling dull and spent and disinterested in writing. Disinterested in anything, really. It’s as if my entire being existed atop a thin layer of dirty crystal. A tiny crack appeared; in less than a second, the fracture turned the layer of crystal into microscopic pieces of sand. So, what? Nothing, what. Time to wade into the day.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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