Donathen my love,
The weather outside is strange. It has me feeling as if I want to sleep. It is not raining, nor sunny. It is not too cold or too hot. It is overcast, and the sky is stormy. I realized that I have no tolerance anymore. Is that something that just came or is that something that happened a long time ago and I simply did not notice? I do not tolerate people's complaints. I do not tolerate any of their problems unless it is life threatening. Sometimes, I feel as if humanity is seeped in one long and arduous complaint. Who cares? I do not. I try to give my friends' patience but I have none. I am becoming as strange as the weather. I do not want to go out. I do not feel like having a good time. I do not feel like much when I am like this. I do make the best of it. I do. But, There is no poetry in my writing today. I am existing.Yet, I finally bathed. One day goes into the next. Some days are good. Some days are like this weather....strange. Melancholic. I just want to sleep.And then, I feel a bit guilty about that. And then, I don't.
The weather outside is strange. It has me feeling as if I want to sleep. It is not raining, nor sunny. It is not too cold or too hot. It is overcast, and the sky is stormy. I realized that I have no tolerance anymore. Is that something that just came or is that something that happened a long time ago and I simply did not notice? I do not tolerate people's complaints. I do not tolerate any of their problems unless it is life threatening. Sometimes, I feel as if humanity is seeped in one long and arduous complaint. Who cares? I do not. I try to give my friends' patience but I have none. I am becoming as strange as the weather. I do not want to go out. I do not feel like having a good time. I do not feel like much when I am like this. I do make the best of it. I do. But, There is no poetry in my writing today. I am existing.Yet, I finally bathed. One day goes into the next. Some days are good. Some days are like this weather....strange. Melancholic. I just want to sleep.And then, I feel a bit guilty about that. And then, I don't.
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