I would if I could make a checklist and write about everything that I feel and update this space so much more often, but truth be written my heart doesn't feel in it the happiness or contentment that it usually needs to be able to pour out any enthusiasm.
I have stopped feeling upbeat, find laughter a bit unneeded and don't feel myself as animated as I usually would. Maybe my muchness has taken a backseat to the drama unraveling in the world and my own fear of getting stung by it.
I look for a small streak of sunlight outside.
I wait for something no matter how minuscule to shine a drop of hope.
The light at the end is a flickering candle that I wish could steady into an incandescent blaze.
I have stopped feeling upbeat, find laughter a bit unneeded and don't feel myself as animated as I usually would. Maybe my muchness has taken a backseat to the drama unraveling in the world and my own fear of getting stung by it.
I look for a small streak of sunlight outside.
I wait for something no matter how minuscule to shine a drop of hope.
The light at the end is a flickering candle that I wish could steady into an incandescent blaze.
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