I’m feeling a little bit cold right now, the kind of cold that creeps into your bones when isolation and despair are at the forefront of a person’s mind. I never really know how to handle those two, I always just try to ride them out and pray that they pass on quickly. But, damn I’m cold.
I can feel the hairs on my neck rising, waiting for the next verbal attack. I hope I am strong enough for the emotional strain, I feel my resources have already been depleted significantly enough to leave me floundering without direction.
I hope this full moon passes quickly so that I may chalk this day up as a loss with the anticipation of a better one tomorrow. I’m not really sure if it is possible to have a better day tomorrow with the way my path seems to be twisting and turning right now. I won’t disillusion myself with the guarantee of a better day tomorrow, but I remain ever hopeful of the possibility. Why do I always feel so alone when I am in these liminal states. I wish transitions could be easier.