thoughts on a bad day
it's wednesday my eyes are tired and glazed from the artificial glow of my computer screen my back aches my head hurts from these longs days in this strange place where I sit in a 6'x6' box with three sides and have a cushion for my wrists and call it 'success' it's been raining for four days the good kind of rain that helps you think and lets you cry for sometimes, the world is heavy and i feel its weight on my shoulders for no good reason at all, except perhaps the breaking of my heart for the broken world and forgetting, as i always do, that i cannot carry its weight another 'mass shooting' feels normal it's wednesday, after all i'm connected but not affected i'm aware but not a part today, i am removed, but tomorrow, who knows? coping i drink a glass of water and lay on my bed in the dark until the pain behind my eyes is gone then i turn on slow jazz for no good ...