cloudy skies and

rainy days;

good book and

warm tea;

comfortable sweater and

a bed to lie on...

it may have been

ideal. and normally

it would make me

smile. but

now

it only makes

me cry.

and then i try

to think of ways

to fall for those

things for the

second time around

but i ended up

staring at

the clouds so gray

again.

with empty thoughts,

and tear-streaked

eyes,

i was embraced

by emptiness for

the hundredth time

today.

comment by: PeterAndWendy 0714XX post 2.1 1:05AM