mornings are the hardest to take.
caught between dreams that take me down memory lane and the reality of an empty bedroom, along with the monstrous pile of work i have to face.
the air is stifling. it becomes hard to breathe.
i find it hard to fall back to sleep.
but harder to get out of bed.
it gets better through the day sometimes,
then the mayhem repeats each time i wake.
just like forgetful lucy.
perhaps the process will slowly become easier to take.
and a happy ending awaits.
but for some time now,
it just gets harder and harder each day.
help me. please.
i know i have lost control.
my soles are worn out from all that aimless walking.
i think i'll just go away for awhile.
