Self-Portrait Friday...

I wasn't sure if I was going to post a self-portrait this week. I've been in a pensive mood lately. I've been trying for the past hour to write just what I mean, to capture the feeling exactly. Some days the words flow easily. Today is not one of those days. I wrote about storm clouds. I wrote about being drunk on dreams and memory. I wrote about remembrance and feeling shipwrecked and landlocked. Each line I write seems to fall short of being just right.