Fell Weather

I felt heavy and sad today, but I could see no reason for it. That is almost a worse fate than suffering at the hand you can clearly see. It was cold and dreamy and frustrating and brooding. I wanted to find peace but was too weak to look for it.

But I took pictures and finished my work and got some reading done and shared private thoughts with close friends, and that made the dusky hours more tolerable. Dinner and drinks in the evening were so enjoyable, I almost felt as if it must be a different day altogether. I'm still so tired, though. I'm afraid my body is trying to tell me something. And I would prefer that it just shut up about it.

     I've done so much crying, the flesh has left my bones.
          I've done so much crying, the flesh has left my bones.
     You can play my ribcage like a xylophone.