there once was

"Cloudy Sunday, you look like my heart"

life has not been all that bad. some days are gloomy, some days are bright, and some days fall in the in-betweens. life has not been all that bad.

nonetheless, as the year slowly draws to a close, limbs are weary and breaths are rationed. there is a need to slow everything down for a while. recently, i have been yearning to go to a quiet lake, dance in the cool mist that hovers over a field of damp green, alone, but not lonely. maybe it is inside of me if i search hard enough. i am tired, and sometimes frustrated, and i have, more than anything else, been craving growth, although i am unsure growth, in what sense.