Blurred. That’s what reality feels like at times these days. Like a Twilight Zone episode where you suddenly can start to see the machinery behind the scenes or be able to poke your finger through the fabric of spacetime and see what’s lying underneath, maybe give it a little tear.
Too many deadlines some days, too little time to breathe, headaches just a bit too sharp, everything just too, Too, TOO!
Maybe there was a dream that was a bit too vivid, a bit too desirable, an inch too far out of reach when we woke up. Maybe the news was a bit too bizarre, a touch too threatening, a dollop too insane.
Maybe all of the above.
Keep moving, don’t look too closely into the corners or shadows.
Keep moving.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 