Some days I feel grey.
These are the days I struggle to get out of bed in the morning,
the days I trudge along like there is a weight on each of my ankles.
The days I feel like I don’t want to have anymore days in my life.
But then there are days where I am ultraviolet. These are the best days,
when I feel powerful. When I feel like the world is at my fingertips.
But these days are more like moments.
Minutes.
But these short bursts of ultraviolet rays are enough to keep me going through a lifetime of grey.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
Some days I feel grey.
These are the days I struggle to get out of bed in the morning,
the days I trudge along like there is a weight on each of my ankles.
The days I feel like I don’t want to have anymore days in my life.
But then there are days where I am ultraviolet. These are the best days,
when I feel powerful. When I feel like the world is at my fingertips.
But these days are more like moments.
Minutes.
But these short bursts of ultraviolet rays are enough to keep me going through a lifetime of grey.
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