April 8, 2010
All is Gray
The struggle has been exhausting.
I know the sunshine is bright, but to my eyes it is dull and faded. The colors of spring all around me are muted. Food does not satisfy. I cannot feel the water pouring down my throat or over my face.
I just want to sleep, to crawl in my corner, to surrender to the day’s shadows.
Existence is merely a burden today.
I feel… nothing.