Day 259 It was another gray morning, the dew still hanging in the air, clinging to my lashes. (As if it wanted to make up for the tears I wouldn’t allow to come.) Breathe in, breathe out. It’s slightly comforting to see your warm breath in the cold morning air. (At least it means you’re not as cold as you feel inside.) It’s another gray day, the clouds never part, the sun never shows. (The world looks just as heavy as it feels.) Something I wrote in December. Remember when I said I would try to share my writings more often? :)
