Some days of mine lately are too often filled with a sense of loss. Of what, I am not sure.
There is frustration, and a feeling of being left behind.
It can become all consuming, and filters through all aspects of my life, in my voice, my words, my art (or my attempt at it).
Perhaps it is just a phase.
Or, perhaps, I just think far too much.
So I will still find myself asking... am I ok?
