Maybe it’s Just Monday
I woke, low. Had an extensive dream about her. Stayed on the futon for a bit, afterward, listening to the rain fall outside. Depressed. I’m a fan of feeling, but I must say: I’ll be relieved when I stop feeling this so brightly. It’s exhausting. I find it quietly appalling that I can’t pin-point a time in recent memory when I was happy. I would like for that to change. A vague intuition has been whispering that I am at a personal inflection point. It is frightening. I don’t know which direction to go, or if I have the resources to make certain choices at all (be they right or wrong). Definitely lost in the woods, again. Ah, such thoughts. Maybe it’s just Monday. Some of these are harder than others.