Life Keeps Moving On

I'm fine. Then it hits me again, and I'm not. Then something makes me laugh and I feel guilty. Then I break down and cry.

But life keeps going. It doesn't stop because you hurt and ache. It doesn't wait for you to heal and catch up. The world just keeps spinning, and you do everything you can to hold on and not throw up.

Rough morning, but at least my book is moving smoothly. More so than yesterday. Sometimes all I need is a different scene and someone else's point of view.

As for the picture, it is well known. But I added Landoth to it. The world from my stories I'm working on.