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.
I keep misreading the first line as "like a wet frog"... which actually would be just as "ewww"
ReplyDeleteHow is it that i'm a follower and yet haven't been here in ages? Oh wait... my brain dried up and I stopped blogging for two years. ugh. I've got so much to ctach up on!
A wet frog wouldn't be so out of the norm for my household. Blog on Michelle.
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