Monday, September 24, 2012

First post

I can feel it coming.
There is a time of year, every year. 
This is that time.

I become reflective.
I become sad.

Like the last 9 months, when I smiled.
When I laughed.
When I pretended everything was okay.
Like those months have finally caught up with me.

And I listen to sad music.
And I cry.
And I beat my fists against the bathroom floor.
And I just can't figure it all out.

My rocking chair rocks in the quiet of a dark bedroom.
As I stare out the window.
At nothing.

Winter's coming.
It only makes sense that these feelings surface during the fall.

The Fall.

It only makes sense.