Unclear, yes this is my word for the letter ‘u.’ Yes, it’s a stretch but so is sitting upright, staring at a bright screen and typing. Please, bear with me.
Unclear, foggy, hazy. . . these words describe my brain the past 48 hours. I’m on day three of a major headache and the pills give me that disconnected feeling. It’s as if my head, attached to my body by a string, is bobbing along with the breeze like an air-filled balloon.
I’m still trying to process my experience in the US when I visited to pay my respects for my recently decease father. Maybe this foggy mind is keeping me from comprehending the impact of his passing or fully feeling the bigotry of family members along with absolute strangers. In a way, the stares by the nameless people was easier, less personal. I do not know and it hurts to think, so I won’t.
Just call me Scarlet, after all “tomorrow is another day” and the fog may clear.