My reservoir of profound thoughts seemed to have drip,
Drip,
Dripped away.
I don't remember them slipping away.
Along with my creativity.
Along with my Umph.
Along with my drive.
Mere existence exhausts me most days.
Why am I here. Again.
'Here' is on the couch, on days that end in Y.
At least I have adorable company.
1 comment:
I have days and weeks like that, too, where it feels like life is at once mind-numbingly mundane yet overwhelming at the same time. When there seems to be literally nothing going on inside my mind but survival, putting one foot in front of the other, and carrying on. It will pass and you will be refreshed, revived, and restored. Be desperate for God in these times ~ it's how He likes us best. ♥
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