It’s raining. And the loneliness feels like a stone. Sitting in the half-light of another year’s day. Listening to leaf drips and gutter song. Squeezed from the inside. Until I’m doubled over with the weight of it. And there’s nothing to be done. Except to breathe. And breathe. And breathe.
It’s been a bad week. Death, dismemberment and general dishevelment. So no surprise that I’ve got the old New Year’s blues. But I haz plan. There are 3 cards for psychomologicalists arrayed before me and I’m playing eenie meenie mynie mo. Because these sads have to stop. Before I disappear in them.
On the upside. It’s 2011. And I wish you joy.