Many people suffer from SAD or Seasonal Affective Disorder. This piece was written last winter on my take of what it feels like when the warm days are over and everything feels a whole lot colder, including myself.
A Familiar Cold Sting
If I could, I would glue every single leaf back on the trees,
with the adherence and poise of Alice as she paints her
garden of white roses red.
I cannot shake this feeling that I am dying with the
summer.
with the adherence and poise of Alice as she paints her
garden of white roses red.
I cannot shake this feeling that I am dying with the
summer.
The cold has a mysterious characteristic of finding every
tiny crack, blowing kisses directly to my bones so often I
become fearful that I may completely freeze over before I
feel the warmth of the sun again.
tiny crack, blowing kisses directly to my bones so often I
become fearful that I may completely freeze over before I
feel the warmth of the sun again.
The birds no longer sing outside my window, and the trees are wearing their best coats to summer's funeral.
I will stay in bed for weeks, convincing myself that the seasons will never change inside my bedroom.
I will stay in bed for weeks, convincing myself that the seasons will never change inside my bedroom.
