Sometimes there are days when I feel like I have rocks in my head.
Shake, shake, shake.
And sitting at my desk, feels futile because the ideas are difficult to come. Every word feels forced.
Rattle, rattle, rattle.
Unfortunately, these days seem to always come when I am on deadline, when I need to feel and be ON. So I type…
Tap, tap, tap.
Each labored word that comes chips away at the internal rocks turning them into pebbles. I can maneuver around pebbles.