I'm looking at a screen
Words are lurking
Somewhere
I can't process my thoughts
A fog invades
Vision is cloudy and slow
I rub my eyes but the motion is slurred
I blink heavily
So tired
Brain is not firing
Cylinders are blocked or broken or cold
I came here to do something but...
... the memory is lost in the ether
I write but the words skitter
I try to post but get halfway before I'm lost
It's too late for yawns
A haze comes down
A mist
A fog
Unable to collect these thoughts dancing in my head
Just out of reach of my fingertips
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