Early Morning Fog
It’s morning. Another day. All the new fall gear that I purchased yesterday have been de-tagged and placed on wooden hangers, ready to be worn at a moment’s notice. I decided to rebroadcast some of my favorite personal deep house mixes on the DL and share my mood around the world. 80+ people listening to what I’m listening to. It’s a pretty powerful feeling.
I’m feeling a bit fragile this morning. I haven’t relapsed back to who I was, but I still don’t feel quite right. My stomach churns out butterflies every other second and my lungs already feel full when I start my next breath. I flip my hoodie and sip green tea, but the regular remedy doesn’t do a damn thing. Maybe I’m immune. Or maybe this is something that won’t go away as simply as I thought.
It’s no one’s fault but my own.
~H
September 24th, 2005 at 12:05 am
for real; is *everyone* feeling this way lately?