Some times,
i awake in a strange fog.
i am fully awake,
but not functioning.
i struggle to get gears in motion,
but even coffee does not help.
i go through routines and patterns,
things that normally help,
but to no avail.
The days are cold,
no scratch that,
freezing,
but the sun is out.
Even the dog,
with his heavy lab coat,
looks to me for comfort.
The night was worse...
i would call it inhuman
and so begins this holiday,
that has little meaning to me,
for there are more important things,
in this life,
like living.
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