Overconvenience, Overstimulation

  The morning is cold, cold may be an understatement.  The morning is frigid, harsh, and unrelenting, it’s bitter cold, not crisp and refreshing.  The wind bites and slices like razor blades, yet the skin remains unmarked.  Words and thoughts can be the same, cutting deep and leaving no visible trace of the damage done. Continue reading “Overconvenience, Overstimulation”