I woke up today gripped by a sadness so overwhelming it was like a vise.
This crushing embrace is not a stranger ; I've been seized and squeezed by its bony fingers before.
I know what triggered it; both events are out of my hands.
A curious thought wafted in as I transitioned between my troubled dreams and anxious wakefulness: "Some people are lucky to wake up at all."
But now I am awake, and once more find myself in a fugue.
I would run, run, run back into the arms of unconsciousness.
But there would be no solace in slumber.
Because the phantasms invade my dreams and I cannot lose them, not even in the labyrinthine corridors of my subconscious.
And so here I am, awake.
Staring at bleakness.
In despair's cold embrace.
i usually watch SATC episodes on my laptop to get over this kind of feeling.
ReplyDeleteit gets better, i say to myself.
followed by ... but it also takes time.
It's been a day and I'm still...anguished.
DeleteI hope you're right, though, Mr. Green Thumb.
About getting better. And time.
I hope you are alright :-)
ReplyDeleteI was looking back at previous years' entries and apparently, August is not my friend, Mac.
DeleteThanks for the good thoughts. August,too, shall pass.
hope you feel better soon! ;)
ReplyDeleteI must say I was very surprised to read your comment, icarusboytoy, but yes...I genuinely appreciate it and I thank you.
DeleteAnd in light of the circumstances surrounding your current blog post, I must offer you the same wishes.