Jan 2016
Some days it's easier
To look at the things I found joy at
And dredge up that selfsame laughter
Other days I have to dig deeper
To get past this unnamed sadness
In this ravine that seems to get steeper
But these long days get shorter
Filled with company I loath to leave
Beloved friends who show me what matter
To look at the things I found joy at
And dredge up that selfsame laughter
Other days I have to dig deeper
To get past this unnamed sadness
In this ravine that seems to get steeper
But these long days get shorter
Filled with company I loath to leave
Beloved friends who show me what matter
There was a picture I used to be inexplicably, crazily amused by- now it's difficult to laugh at it as I used to. The contrast of how low I feel and how happy I was is so stark. But things will get better, they already are.
