The Sludge

At times it can feel so sludgy writing my life... In the gloomy parts a thick grey sludge starts to invade  my body and before long it oozes out my pores until I am almost glued to where I'm sitting.  I can conjure up the fetid sludge with reminiscent words - it is readily available and always prepared to add somatic atmosphere to any tough situation. And it's heavy! So, heavy and cumbersome so that I could lay down and sleep for days (if I were to invite it in as a longer term guest). The terms of our relationship are very clear and straight forward - only temporary stays are permitted - at the very most, overnight and then only when there is work to be done... And when the work is done, be gone! Off with you! Shake you up and dance you out! Breathe the air of psychic freedom! Your only purpose is to capture the truthful essence and reign me in - hold me, huddled up and rummaging around in my recesses until the details emerge. So, thank you very much for your services and I'll be sure to let you know when I might require your presence again... Don't contact me, I'll contact you...

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