What's called for is time -- to sink down, to reflect, to sort through.
It's not a time I avoid. Though, every time it comes, I am surprised, so blinded am I by the light.
Nor does it usually last very long, a few hours, a day, at most.
Sometimes, something seems to provoke it, and sometimes, I'm not sure. Whatever it is leaves me unable to verbalize what's going on inside me.
I'll just have to wait.
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