Procrastinating. After my father’s death (April 30, 2018), I’ve been delaying everything. Lost, maybe in my own imaginary hiding place I’ll find comfort and courage again to face reality. How time flies so quickly. Days have been filled with chores, like a robot who does routines automatically without thinking.
Like a blank sheet waiting, my life is on hold. The unspoken words, deep sadness, the undescribable feelings, and woebegone. Like a struggling caterpillar. Gathering up courage, that one of these days I’ll pick up my pen and notebook to start all over again.