I am smiling. Sometimes this happens to me. I get deeper and deeper into the well of thinking, until I can't reason clearly at all. Everything becomes muddled. Then I think, time for a nice glass of wine, that'll do the trick, and do you know what? It usually works, relaxes me. One glass though, nothing more. (and only if it is after twelve noon)
My brain hurts whether I think or not (& lately I don't do much thinking)! *wink! wink!* This is actually a good spoof on some of the postings I read in the last few days . . . many young writers are thinking too much & getting tangled in their words. So even if this is a bit of kidding fun, as with all joking, it's based on truth! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
I am smiling. Sometimes this happens to me. I get deeper and deeper into the well of thinking, until I can't reason clearly at all. Everything becomes muddled. Then I think, time for a nice glass of wine, that'll do the trick, and do you know what? It usually works, relaxes me. One glass though, nothing more. (and only if it is after twelve noon)
I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death.
Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..