I do speak from experience, yes.
There's usually not a lot happening in my neck of the woods.
For some reason I feel incredibly disinclined to have personal,
physical contact with others. I can't bring myself to reply to
facebook messages or emails, or to even answer the phone.
Anytime anyone calls my parent's house for me, I am not home.
If someone stops by to see me, I curl up in my bed underneath
pillows and blankets as though that's going to make my body
any less apparent, noticeable, concrete. I am out, always.
Whether I actually am home or not is irrelevant. I feel incredibly
stagnant, like this time isn't real. Like this time is really just five
minutes of my other time that feels like an eternity. But really,
it's not. I guess the only thing that's happening in my neck
of the woods at this time is I'm sitting indian style in my bed
reading a book about various herbs and colouring pictures in
a poorly constructed elephant colouring book. I just finished
a rabbit holding a carrot. I made my rabbit red. I made my
rabbit red because he looked dangerous.
Thinking too much, as per usual, my woods are full of empty
and lonely and lost thoughts.
What is up in your woods, Drew?
