The wells of the sky now seem to be dry.
And I,
Alone again in my room,
Singularly sigh.
“I feel you, skies… I feel you…
Today was not as expected,
And I can’t quite tell if I am preparing to burst into song – somewhere way in the near future – or am replenishing the water within, that I might, once again, let it all flow forth, releasing all of this ick inside that cannot abide…
Ugh…”
Post-a-day 2019
