Why is it that nice weather seems to make everything better? I’m more clear-headed, less worrisome, less filled with anxiety. The sun makes me want to run around and frolic (yes, I said frolic) instead of sitting at home and feeling… lonely? Feeling something that I don’t like, it’s not really lonely, but sort of it is.
Shouldn’t I be more stable overall? Shouldn’t I have control over my inner-me? Isn’t that what stable people do?
Inspired (sort of) by Martin
I stand here illuminated,
as though the sun has burned
all the pressure away.
It’s rays touching all,
leaving nothing dark
the path is clear, concise
I get to choose
Tags: introspection, poetry, random, writing
