Depression is a funny thing. I could be held tight, in the strong arms of my love, and still cry myself to sleep. Advertisements
Eyes are heavy but sleep won’t come.
i woke up again to the thoughts of worthlessness
Words, tiny slivers of glass, cutting, drawing thin
Let’s take it slow, we said. One date one day at a time. And I try.
I don’t like it when you’re away.And I don’t just meanwhen you’re far from the reachof my arms.I don’t like it when the lookin your eyesis glazed over, blankstaring off into spaces Ican never penetrate.I don’t like it when I holdyour hand and feelnothing but your pulsealerting me to the fact thatyes, you’re there. And… Continue reading Away
I was drinking coffee this morningwatching the newswhen the anchor said an accident had occurredin the city where I worked.The streets were alltoo familiar. A manon a motorcyclehad been run overby a bus.Dead on the spot. I finished my coffee, gotin the shower. I sangto the happy songs on the radio.I danced. Sitting in bed,a… Continue reading How I started my morning