For the last few weeks, life has been a strange planet and I have been its accidental tourist. My headspace was a grey day of bare twigs scraping the tired sky, torn fingernails rasping against an empty blackboard, and not even socialising and the odd glass of wine or two could repair the hurt that was ballooning without reason within me.It's times like this that I realise that my life is in transition and I'm due for a change.
This journal continues my old prosaic one, perhaps five months after its last entry.
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