wednesday blues

wednesday 28th november @ 22:57

fresh salty tears sting my cheeks for moments i do not recall. a blue haze halos my vision like wedding photography without the smiles and lipgloss. being alone can be cruel sometimes. being lonely is cruel every time.

christmas shopping lists and shiny ribbons litter my life with everybody else's celebrations.

on the horizon long night shifts lie in wait for my fixed smile. i am uncomfortable in the here and now. which is wrong, because life is already too short.