7 dripping candles
I'm listening to Loreena McKennitt, waiting for sleep to steal me away.
I did not get done today all that I had wished, so I stopped trying. I'm working on not being an all or nothing girl, but I'm sick of making excuses. So for now, I indulge.I float down the hall, away from the incessant picture box, and imagine what I'd be doing if I lived alone. My eyes are droopy because I let them droop. I like this feeling. Every once in a while. I used to think it was depression, and I suppose if I let it go on for too long, it would be. But in small, sweet doses it's just peaceful. It's okay to be sad - dreamy and sorry. Alone, so no one asks me what's wrong, making me feel like there's something wrong. Wrong with me.
This, right now, is happiness. I wish I had delicate curtains to watch blowing in the wind; a tall window to gaze upon the mourning, snow laden branches of trees hugging my house, looking for comfort. They too have a story, and tonight we share our stories with one another. Silently.
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