when you feel safe underneath the blanket of clouds.
Everything is muted:
The weather is mild and even
the sun is muffled, shining
strongly from an unimaginable amount of footsteps away,
trying to peak out of a puncture in the wool.
One of those days
when all you can do is listen to Simon & Garfunkel
and try to smile or cry and not be able to do either,
genuinely at least.
I've also had one of those eerie feelings like I've been remembering bits and parts of a dream I may or may not have had last night.
Or like I'm beginning to realize I can't wake up.