This foggy morning blankets the inward directed thoughts. To linger in this slowly drifting, floating mental state a little longer would be oh so nice. I’ve already wrote today’s to do list. The to do’s magnetic pull is tugging my mind in their direction. Are they a lighthouse guiding the journey from the siren song of pleasurable disaster? Or just the fence that keeps life in check in the artificial safety of self imposed normalcy? For myself I need both the fog and the map.
1 comment:
The funnest "to do" figure is the tiny one in the very bottom right. Looks like 'to-doing' that fellow would be the most entertaining.
Also love the skinny hat guy in image number two.
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