I Am Tired
Every once in a great while, I experience a day like today. The fog drifts in. Not all at once. Just a little at a time. Chipping away at my light.... Seemingly robbing me of smiles and humor that are the typical me.
Today. I look in the mirror and am aghast at my reflection. Symmetry no longer.... fr<x>amed only in grotesque darkness.
The old familiar numbness envelopes me like a well worn blanket...as if damping my light and muting my joy.
Today I do hear chirping birds nor do I see brilliant spring colors. Only gray grass and charcoal colors do I see.
I do not wish for encouragement. I do not wish for light. I dream only of long sleep and no voices.
I think perhaps love should not have to be so hard. Perhaps I have discovered the far side of empathy. The Universe and I are not on speaking terms this dreary Texas day. F%ck you universe for making me feel. Just let me go.
Today. I look in the mirror and am aghast at my reflection. Symmetry no longer.... fr<x>amed only in grotesque darkness.
The old familiar numbness envelopes me like a well worn blanket...as if damping my light and muting my joy.
Today I do hear chirping birds nor do I see brilliant spring colors. Only gray grass and charcoal colors do I see.
I do not wish for encouragement. I do not wish for light. I dream only of long sleep and no voices.
I think perhaps love should not have to be so hard. Perhaps I have discovered the far side of empathy. The Universe and I are not on speaking terms this dreary Texas day. F%ck you universe for making me feel. Just let me go.