I’ve been feeling a certain type of way.
A lonely kind of way.
All different shades of blue.
No escape, no light in sight…
Just sadness. But the type if sadness you feel creeping in. Slowly, but it’s there, like a knot in your throat. There’s been no consoling me. Mostly because I should be happy, content, at peace.
It’s crazy, really.
Maybe it’s the weather. But I’m in for a long, cold winter, and the forecast is looking grim.