Who knows what brings these bouts of sadness. But they happen. Just once in a while I want I could curl up in a ball and cry….. I think of days gone by…..of lost friends…of my mother….of the smiling face of my dad. It’s an ache deep inside my chest as if my heart were breaking…I feel that deep aloneness that I understand everyone feels at times, but it seems so personal, so unique.
I use to panic. To think I needed to fix something. I looked quickly for something to fill it….a movie, chocolate, a glass of wine…. Now I almost cherish these times. They make me turn to myself for comfort….for nourishment…for connection.
And of course, I listen to sad songs.
And then it passes like a dark cloud overhead.
Posted by paula at June 14, 2002 08:54 AM | TrackBack