i understand completely. the days keep getting shorter, but they keep feeling longer and more muted as winter settles itself in the air. it scares me how naturally i bounce from moments of intense despair to periods of days where i can't even wrangle my soul to be sad about my sadness. it just hangs, permeates, and then drags down hard, in unpredictable cycles. but reading your words; it feels like coming back to a familiar place, like a patch of sunlight on snow and it brings me relief, deep in my bones, to know that warmth is not as completely lost to me as it seems, to know that this sense memory exists and can be called upon when i think of my habeeba's familiar heart and flowing pen. <3
December 4th, 2013 at 02:58am