haunt three.

I am in a health limbo right now, the time and space after inconclusivity and before another open wound. And the hardest part is I cannot imagine or daydream. This kind of limbo forces reality on me. It protects me from anxious spirals and keeps me from the whimsy tumble of fantasy. I am trying to stay curious and right now that feels like remaining blank. There is limited mystery and limited actions here.

I am held and have to let go of something. This is all I know.