These days just don't make sense
It is not sadness or depression
It manifests in fatigue
Dulls my passions
Puts off plans
Draws me to my bed
And to the warmth of ginger tea
It walks the edge of tears but
Never quite crosses over
Mondays
Thursdays
Leave me confused
I feel like I am wasting time
But there is nothing I would rather do
The cold, windy days stole the sun
The sun made me feel alive again
xx.
colleen