the mind feels like it has gone warped,
stuck in a black hole or something.
and i can't drum up enough energy
to consolidate the mish-mash of content
scattered around up there somewhere.
so i do what i always do - everything else.
i'm sorry.
just give me a bit more time to come to terms with it.
maybe i shouldn't have gone snooping around.
bleagh.
sometimes what's done is not done after all?