“Yep. The Depression Gene Has Set In.” -Mom
Grey and drizzly,
and I feel the same way inside.
As usual, little explanation
and plenty of speculation
on causes and effects
of the drizzle inside.
as do hot cups of chocolate
but this is a day
where I lay in a ball
covered in blankets, dressed in browns
and my snow-white shawl
and just stare.
Occasional thought flickers by.
I can’t tell how much time has walked past me.
I am productive today;
I can make a list of things I did
to contribute to the world today,
but I feel like a standing-still stream
that never looks like it’s moving
’till you stare at it long enough.
I hope it won’t last long,
but I don’t care if it lasts forever.