Sadness is like a ship.
It penetrates the clouds, carving a slick path through forlorn waves. Swelling. Subsiding. Where did it come from? Why is it here? Time passes and that sort of sorrow continues to gnaw at my heart strings. I am keenly aware of her...I just... I just don't know what she wants. I don't know from where she hailed. Maybe she arose from my slumberous thoughts or perhaps she awoke as a million responsibilities crashed on my conscience.
What do I do with her, the pale feeling? My natural response is to force her to leave. Tears? No. Writing? No... that just defines the feeling even more. I let myself unravel just a bit. I pause and consider things. Deeply. And then I accept her existence and get up and get to work. I have little time for trifles. As I move on forgetting about her, so does that silent ship... on and on.... until she is a distant fog. We sally forth. Onward.
P.S. sorry for all the symbolic mushy poemy stuff. But not really.
Here are some GORGEOUS tunes for your calmish sortof days.
