La depressione prende il sopravvento
Depression creeps in through the holes in the floor boards where there is no longer any light. I started to notice it this morning, as the unwashed dishes stared at me while I prepared my afternoon tea. Everything is feeling labored, the home is spiraling out of my control, and stuff begets stuff. Simply put, my life is a bit off track.
I had been saving my recycling for a few months to be able to complete my halloween 太巻き costume and boy was it a success. I am not sure about you but the constant necessity to be a sexy/slutty ____ (insert whatever costume you can think of into the blank) has outgrown this adult version of self and I find it much more amusing to be something true to self and funny.
Maybe it’s the fact that I am doing too much and my energy is telling me to stop and slow down even more. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s always me 24/7 caring for everything alone. Maybe it’s my exhaustion for this town that no longer feels of home. Whatever it is, I can’t seem to shake this feeling of malaise that colors my every day life and tints everything in a hue I have never seen before.
io sogno di Parigi
io sogno di la mia casa nella foresta
Sogno l’amore
io no ho nemmeno idea
Shall I remember the positives?
That my credit is the best it has ever been.
That I have paid my rent on time every month this year.
That I am actually speaking Portuguese?
That I am of corpo sano e vitale?
Maybe tomorrow, but for today, I’ll just feel down.
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Written under a Scorpio Sun and Moon wishing tomorrow could come sooner.
p.s. Have you ever seen a sad sushi? Nor had I until this past, past, past weekend. ‘Twas fun dressing up in something completely challenging to maneuver in. I doubt I’ll do it twice.
I must remember, not everything is about me.