Grey days …

September 27, 2009

Sometimes it’s just a feeling, with nothing specific you can put your finger on.

It’s a sense of malaise, of apathy. It’s a sense of loss, but you’re not sure what you’re mourning.

It’s a sense of anxiety, of heart-thudding fear, sometimes chest-rending fear.

Sometimes things just seem broken.

Yea. It’s like that.

And you can’t pin down the why.

You just hope it’s not what your greatest fear is, the one you only speak about sometimes, the one you keep shoved down and locked up so deep that even you don’t think about it except when you’re feeling weak, because it scares the shit out of you and nobody can live like that long, not even you.


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