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waiting on sunday to drown
Everything, today, has felt just a little bit off.
I should have known from my dreams - dark, terrible dreams - that it would be like this. But there is nothing wrong, exactly. I am not sad, exactly. I am not anything, exactly.
The sky was low and grey and blank and featureless. I got up early to walk and just stayed in bed instead, staring out the window, half-asleep, for an hour.
My new incense is too strong and it gives me a headache to be in my room, and my eyes water, and my throat closes up. All that and I hadn't even burned any yet - I may never be able to stand the smell of jasmine again.
I am going to bed early, and I will wake up refreshed. The shadows will lift and tomorrow will be a bright and soft-edged day. I will feel right in my skin again.
I should have known from my dreams - dark, terrible dreams - that it would be like this. But there is nothing wrong, exactly. I am not sad, exactly. I am not anything, exactly.
The sky was low and grey and blank and featureless. I got up early to walk and just stayed in bed instead, staring out the window, half-asleep, for an hour.
My new incense is too strong and it gives me a headache to be in my room, and my eyes water, and my throat closes up. All that and I hadn't even burned any yet - I may never be able to stand the smell of jasmine again.
I am going to bed early, and I will wake up refreshed. The shadows will lift and tomorrow will be a bright and soft-edged day. I will feel right in my skin again.