bare
November 8, 2012 § 4 Comments
The weather has turned cool stealing my breath and leaving my thoughts unfinished. I feel bare, sensitive to the emotions of those I love most. This week we have navigated our days consumed by deadlines, worries, and expectations; needs pulling at our time while stacking invisible weights on our shoulders. Hunched over, walking forcefully against discomfort there is little warmth as we draw ourselves smaller against our distractions. I am eager for the weekend that I might draw out the happy souls that fill our home with curiosity and humor better to cloak myself in their warmth.
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This is so haunting and sad in a sort of ok way. Hope you have a nice weekend.
Thank you. I debated sharing this, uncertain if it loomed a bit dark.
I am bipolar so not really afraid of dark. This was lovely dark.
I think “lovely dark” is the perfect compliment. Thank you!