The sadness creeps in like a silent army advancing in the darkness of the night. It rolls over the sunshine in my soul, covering it in a blanket of blindness like the San Francisco fog can do to its twinkling city. It’s all-consuming and it paralyzes me. Thoughts race around in my head like fireflies on a summer night, appearing, lighting up, and then fading before any sense can made of them. Songs are being played in the cacophony of sounds in the dark cave that is my mind. When I try to make sense of these, why this one or that one they too fade away, the next one taking the last place. Thoughts of opening the car door at 60 mph and falling sideways, sideways to dust.
There is Dark and then, There is Light
The sadness creeps in like a silent army advancing in the darkness of the night. It rolls over the sunshine in my soul, covering it in a blanket of blindness like the San Francisco fog can do to its twinkling city. It’s all-consuming and it paralyzes me. Thoughts race around in my head like fireflies on a summer night, appearing, lighting up, and then fading before any sense can made of them. Songs are being played in the cacophony of sounds in the dark cave that is my mind. When I try to make sense of these, why this one or that one they too fade away, the next one taking the last place. Thoughts of opening the car door at 60 mph and falling sideways, sideways to dust.