Our spirits are bigger than the argument
The 960 words of lockdown/pandemic journals posted here are removed, because I don’t want them here anymore. I’ll be reposting them somewhere else. Plz contact if interested..
I have been saying it is almost time, for a long time. But now almost is very near.
My life is almost becoming a dream.
Soon I will smell, feel the paint again, the ink. I will light candles again and sit down at my large clean desk and forget the rat race again.
With the door shut.