My arrival is not loud; it has never had to be. Always patient, waiting until exhaustion forces you to listen. I am the reality that
The first voice speaks in delays. Tomorrow, it says. Not because tomorrow is better, But because today is too heavy to lift. Another counts exhaustion,
We were never meant to be this busy; that’s why everyone is depressed and anxious. Slowing down is important for both Physical and mental well-being.
Depression is not always thunder. Sometimes it is dust, Settling on familiar things, Soft enough that no one notices, How heavy it becomes. It moves
The wind blowing through your hair. The mascara flowing down your face from tears of laughter. Your hand gripping mine on the steering wheel. A
The mist comes in from the Atlantic slowly, As if it has nowhere else to be. It moves over the hills, Through the gorse turned