I wanted to write something. I started to, and it just made me cry. I couldn't even write it for myself to read later privately. I just deleted it instead.
And in that vein...I took this picture the other day as I was moving into the basement. The theme this month for the self portrait challenge is "enclosed spaces" and ever since it was announced, all I could think of was the idea that the most enclosed space I could take a photo of right now would be my head. I skipped the first chance last week because, well, I was so far up in my head that I didn't have any desire to do so. I still feel somewhat like that, but I happened to have actually had a moment two days ago where I felt like even trying to take a picture of how I felt. I only took two. The first one was quite blurry and then there was this one and then I stopped. I feel trapped in here right now...and I would like out.