Melancholy… the shadow that follows
I’m meeting my friend tonight. That must be a reason to wake up. There is fresh coffee in the kitchen. The sun is out. It’s all nice and quiet. All you need to do is to brush your teeth, make your bed and pray. Why does it seem easy for everyone, but not me? Why did I open my eyes and spend my morning aimlessly staring at the wall? How do you talk about the need to be swallowed by your bed because you see no point in getting up? I wrote about it in a poem before. My bed is still declining the call. How unkind! How inconsiderate of it to refuse to put me out of my misery! So, I go back to sleep and the dance starts again until a strong enough justification to live pulls me up. It calls: here are my arms wide open. Here’s another day.
* April 6th
