The rain came.
It made everything wet.
It soaked into the ground
and plants as fast as it came down.
Everything seems fresh and new.
Like everything was born again.
Things feel different.
Something changed.
Perhaps it's the singing birds
or the squirrels in the budding trees.
Things feel. Good.
May 15/18
A brief look inside my mind. A reality that rose, then fell, only to rise again from the ashes of what I believe is true and not true. Come into the interZone. . .
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
What is this feeling
What is this feeing I'm having.
It's depression I think?
It has to be some kind of self
Melancholiness that I have invented.
But it does seem others are expressing this same, I feel tired feeling.
It's hard to feel perky yet alone anything joyful.
Feb 5/18
It's depression I think?
It has to be some kind of self
Melancholiness that I have invented.
But it does seem others are expressing this same, I feel tired feeling.
It's hard to feel perky yet alone anything joyful.
Feb 5/18
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