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.

Frustrated.

Angry.

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.

Nothing.

Winter's coming.

It only makes sense that these feelings surface during the fall.

The Fall.

It only makes sense.