seventy six

The days grow long and it does my soul good, though i’m still so utterly exhausted that i can barely think straight. The weariness of the body affects and takes hold of the mind and i’m dragging my feet once nightfall hits. The days of heaven have me lightfooted and smiling, but the sundowns shake me by the shoulders back into the earth where i sit with my head betwixt my knees.

I think i’m lonely. Not that lonely yet, but it’s the dawning of spring and i realise, once more, that i’m a bit alone in the world with the rest of the humans.