I'm sick. Physically not feeling well. I'm not quite on my deathbed but i'm ill enough to have stayed home every night since Sunday of this week. That's a big deal. I did venture out for coffee briefly the other night and it was great, but other than that i've been sitting here. I've been alternately depressed, happy, content, cold, warm, stuffy, coughing, teary-eyed, lamenting, reminiscing, longing, smiling, laughing, missing...
I'm not feeling in the least bit poetic at this moment. I'm feeling though. I'm feeling lots of things. I don't think they are things I can talk about here. I don't usually curb my thoughts here. But then, my thoughts are usually all decorated like some elegant dining room with way too much silverware and ridiculous chandeliers.
And now that i've written and erased and written and erased about ten things, I'm lost. I can't do this right now. Sorry for the tease, those of you that are reading this. Without some poetic license, sometimes it's just easier to say it straight.
I'm depressed, not feeling well and wishing on stars that I haven't seen for days. I guess you'd call this the "down" part of the cycle huh?
