Ah, me. I didn’t realize I was all that sad until I started working on this piece. I think she made me sad.
Still, I like her.
Lately I feel so damn unmoored. Bitter taste in my mouth all the time. Small moments where I’ll begrudgingly admit to a provisional happiness, long spells staring out the window at the passing world.
At my passing life.
It’s entirely normal to go through these dark passages.
I’m long past fighting them. They bring life, just like a rainstorm. It’s not necessarily the case that I’ve lost my way.
That rain soaks the earth.