Sunday, July 3, 2016

Some days the sadness is like a wet fog.

It swirls around my face, covers my eyes, ears, and mouth.

I can't breathe, I can't hear, I can't see.

It's isolating and lonely.

It's comforting and right.

It's a living breathing entity, this sadness.

It's on me, it's in me and sometimes it's me.

The only me.

I'm tired.