I don't know what's real.
I've sat down at this computer and tried to let the words flow.
I've tried to write about what is real.
But I can't seem to do it.
Nothing is coming but frustration.
Hmmm.
Writers block is real
Laundry is real
Dishes are real
Trying to find something for dinner is real
Deadlines are real
Bedtime is real
My lack of time is real.
What's real for you?
I'm trying to ignore what is real for me right now because I sincerely don't want to deal...esp. the lack of mopping.
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