The Day I Skipped the Mindful Journaling Meetup
bleh and meh
I was hungover,
Still sad,
And just didn't want
To process any more pain.
It's a heat I've grown used to.
A depressed passion
On the edge of a sultry, sluggish lake.
I didn't want to unpack
So I just slumped
Into rest,
Water lapping at my thighs.
Things are slowly draining;
It is not as high, so wallow,
And come morning
I'll rinse it all away.
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