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.


  1. I keep misreading the first line as "like a wet frog"... which actually would be just as "ewww"

    How 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!

  2. A wet frog wouldn't be so out of the norm for my household. Blog on Michelle.