The days have not been easy, and the nights
less so.
Looking out the window, I can see only this
white mush falling from the sky. I can’t tell if it’s snow, rain, or some combination of the two. I know only that it has
stolen all the colour from the sky, and cast
a blanket of grey over the world.
Sometimes I think that it gets
under the skin when you don’t pay attention to it, it gets
between the joints, and it makes you
tired, and
old.
...
“
You can fly, you know you can. The key is in the lungs.”
...
Watching the tail end of
breakups, it’s hard not to see sides of your friends you didn’t know existed. While watching your friend unpack
a box of things, for example, related to the former
object of his affections. Watching him describe the circumstances of each item, seeing
a broken dream in each one.
“Oh look, and here’s
the ring she gave me.” He gets up, and starts wandering idly into the
bedroom. “
Now where’s my hammer...”