On Sunday how I missed my voice making sense

Sore muscles prevented me speaking at church today.

Yesterday, I rode my bicycle more than 65 kilometers totally and, got over 3 passes of more than 100 meters hike then went on swimming in the afternoon.

Today when I heard the message by the pastor, flashbacks of fatal incident occurred on me, making me spend and wander outside most of the time.

I tried to speak and sing, but all I got was senseless voices rather than words that make some sense.

I wonder how I'm writing now making some sense here now.
My ideas was in the morning sealed by the barrier of sore muscles and stiff and shy mind.

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