Saturday, July 16, 2011

some days...

are not bubbles of happiness
they are pockets of discomfort
itching the soul
questioning the mind

are not happy rainbows
they are just gray
dark, drab, depressing
the kind that need to be fast forwarded

are not meant for talking, chatting, laughing
they need silence
to calm, to think, to drown
to settle in the space of self

are not expected
they are unwelcome guests
ugly, cold, distant
far away from familiar good

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