fogged up

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While the roof sings to the tune of the monsoon keys, the leaves outside dance with the storm’s cold breeze, with a warm, fresh cup of coffee, my eyes stare blankly at the road void of wheels and feet— empty— wishing I can say the same with my mind.

The antonym of empty is full yet my thoughts are spilling and brimming a gusty storm of fear, uncertainty.

Today, a rejection letter opened the can of insecurity I thought I have kept locked tightly.

Perhaps, I’ll let the fog sits comfortably on the glass window, and inside my troubled mind.

Word count: 100
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: wildverbs

For FFfAW 182nd by PJ! 😊

14 thoughts on “fogged up

    1. My dearest sister, I know this is you. I remember your birthday but I cannot figure how to reach you. I am soooo happy to see you around. Hugs. Hugs. I hope God gifted you with love and happiness on your birthday. Much loooove!

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      1. You can see it, and let me know–I don’t want to hurt or offend you in any way, dear heart ❤ So it's probably best that I not "share"/post anything from your FB or blog–and only do reblogs here on WordPress? Please let me know your true desires–I only want what's best for you! ❤

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