I open a blank sheet of paper. Pick up a pen to write. Touch its tip to the paper. Take it away. Keep it down. And then end up doing everything else.
That's the sort of mood I've been in these days. Not too great. Not too bad. Just about there, hanging in between. And, from what I'm starting to find out in these days, this is the worst kind of mood.
When it's great, you know you can celebrate. When it's bad, you know you need to seek the back end of emotions. But what can you really do when you're there, hanging in between?
I'd have been lucky to have a 'how to' book for such occasion. Something that would've guided me out of it. Dragged me off to bad or worse. Because it really doesn't matter.
What matters is coming out of it.
And that, as I'm finding out, is the most difficult task.
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Short Little Shorties 2
Short Story"Some more little stories to keep you entertained..."
