Fog

[mallorys_camera]

I woke up this morning and couldn't stop crying. Really, it was the oddest thing. I knew I was crying because I was exhausted, because gray fog has been hunkering down for a week now over just this one spot, town and harbor. A mile away you can see blue skies and sunlight, but here it drifts so dense, so close to the ground, it's actually drizzle.

Because I was crying - a physical act my psyche equates with grief - my mind supplied misery. What is the point of being alive? I wondered. It's more of the same old same-old punctuated by occasional adrenalin kicks.

But, of course, What is the point of being alive? is a rhetorical question. I already know the answer.

There is no point.

You have to accept that and get on with things.

Comments

[warhooligan.livejournal.com]

hahaha, I love you!
Maybe you should take a trip to the sunlight. Sometimes I really love cloudy days, but I think it feeds into depression.