It's Going To Be One Of Those Days
As I rise, my heart sinks.
My thoughts are as thick as refrigerated Karo syrup.
My head spins and I am dizzy until I'm sick.
My arms reach out. For what? I don't know.
Logic, I think, as if it were a tangible thing.
My legs are heavy with ache as my feet take me to the places
I am reluctant to go.
I wander through the day like a slug.
My face grows old and wrinkled and gray with tedium.
I look forward only to that time of day when my feet can
take me back to the place where I am invisible.
author: lynn linn 2008
You ever have one of those days?
