It's one of those days where nothing make me happy.

No chocolate, no paint, no clanging of the bells
that usually bring me joy.

And it's the first snow in a year.

the heater's on, covered in blankets
and wrappings.
Adorned with shoes and sweaters and things.
Hair in two braids, my glasses are clean.

And the snow, it falls,
in large white clumps.

It's one of those days where nothing seems
quite
right.

Too many questions, indifference, I sit and stare
at the pasty white wall.

I need to get out.

my nails are pink and my stomach is full. And I know
that I'm loved beyond reason.

It's one of those days where nothing makes me happy.