I don’t know when it came, but suddenly guilt was my constant companion because I hadn’t sat in front of her. instead of being ignored, she now constantly spoke in my head, demanding no begging for my attention. The old excuses no internet access or let me sleep in for more minutes no longer satiate anyone especially her. Instead, it’s a constant dread what I wont get down. Now, the worry is what words will be lost, and what seemed to be useless now seems priceless. Each day used to carry the thought of just getting through and living, but now feels empty if I dont manage to splash some thoughts on the blog canvas. What didn’t enter my mind now permeates my being.
