I am the fallacy of optimism...I may look bright and sunny but I'm burning inside.
All of my creative, instinctive writing has vanished. It is an excruciating effort to find words, form thoughts, and produce anything but a rolling fog,
and so...this is my Foggin Blog.
What was once an outlet is now an inlet,
bottlenecked, jammed, and still
But the current churns beneath
Will it be a rip tide
Or a tsunami
