called depression.
from which I suffer.
my head unscrewed a little last night,
and I'm unable to twist it back on right.
the grey morning sky pressed heavy upon me so that I could not lift the covers off of my body this day.
and there I lay flattened under its pressure.
tell me - how will I survive a life in a city which only receives sunlight 3 months out of every year on average?
tell me how?
the air smells like damp wood. like I may slip on it and fall. and injur myself on accident.
2 comments:
I've suffered from the same. Eventually your head does screw itself back on. Promise.
you're so sweet. thanks lady. yeah...the sunny day and resurgence of heat helped reverse its course...but I doubt that's enough to make it stay or last very long. all the same - I appreciate your words.
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