My Bloggy Wog

For two weeks I’ve been living in a strange interim.

This interim lies somewhere between real life and make-believe. 

I feel emotionally blocked yet free. It reminds me of the year I was taking Prozac. I lost my Grandparents and felt nothing.

My chest is tight and a cough could break composure. 

Life is now my oyster but I’m unwilling to bite, less I choke.

And I have a sensitive gullet.