My mind feels like an ocean. Vast and deep and mysterious. With constant waves beating onto the shore. Some days calm and some days violent. Water swirling and swelling and pounding against itself. Swallowing everything in sight. Dragging any lost soul down, down, down into its' murky depths.
The city where we fell in love
I drove around last night in the city where we fell in love, with someone who wasn't you. I tried not to think about you, but the weather was moody and there was a light breeze and a drizzle blurring the colored street lights out of the front window.
He just wasn't you.
I broke the sacred covenant today between you and me. The one thing you had told me would put an infinity between us. As if your words, sharp as knives, didn't drive me to the brink of insanity. Didn't drown me in my own thoughts and fears. Didn't make the one person I called home feel like a cold lonely void.
Seasonal Depression Most days are like the sun. Bright, warm, hot, smoldering. Light so bright it burns itself into the inside of your eyelids so that even when they are closed, it blinds. Most days. Skipping on a side walk, cold popsicles on a scorching day, yellow sundresses with white daises. Pure optimism.