just nothing

Yesterday I did normal things for the first time in months. I met a friend for coffee, we ate key lime pie, went shopping. I tried on some clothes, bought an earring. We went to another café, tea this time and peanut butter/chocolate squares. Then a Dario Argento film, not as good as Suspiria and Opera, but it was okay. I was empty and very bland, as though thinking through a thick fog, my thoughts came slowly and blurred. But I put one sentence in front of another, as if learning to walk. And it got easier the more sentences I put behind me.