depressing posts call for happy pictures.
There are so many things I should be doing right now.
From the needs to the wants to the somedays to the right nows.
I am tired. I am without. I am really, really sad.
And so I wonder if it is sometimes alright to be still. And in the stillness, I wonder if my “sometimes” is turning into “too many times”.
I don’t have the answer. I hope it is enough, for right now, to have the question.