By Lisa Huddleston
Some days are painted with a protective coating
Varnish that covers the rough places and dulls the potential splinters
In some ways the numbing is a help
A shell around the brain, the heart, the soul
But sometimes it stops the blood from flowing from the heart to the head to the pen
Ideas that one day mattered fade away
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I always appreciate your vulnerable honesty. I love you, my friend. And I’m hearing Pink Floyd as I get ready for bed….