The Friday.Lack of sleep.
Spinning mind messes up the focus.
A mess of obsessions.
A mess of creativity.
A mess of a strong will.
Divided.
“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I could not make up my mind which of the figs tree I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant, loosing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet”
I love your poetic way of expressing yourself. A true artist.
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