I have begun to fear the rest of this month. Things look too good. The future too bright. Too much hope... it burns.
But I remember there is still October, and then the dark days of November. Followed inevitably by the lonely dreariness of December. So much time left for things to unravel, and the comfortable normalcy of despair to find root and grow.
In that way these days seem precious. I should enjoy this rare space of contentment - of health. A time when I can see a future that isn't bleak. When I know there is a place I belong, and a place I want to be. Where today is good, tomorrow looks better, and yesterday is something to be talked about over coffee and forgotten.
We'll see how long it lasts this time.
But I remember there is still October, and then the dark days of November. Followed inevitably by the lonely dreariness of December. So much time left for things to unravel, and the comfortable normalcy of despair to find root and grow.
In that way these days seem precious. I should enjoy this rare space of contentment - of health. A time when I can see a future that isn't bleak. When I know there is a place I belong, and a place I want to be. Where today is good, tomorrow looks better, and yesterday is something to be talked about over coffee and forgotten.
We'll see how long it lasts this time.