Last night I had a mini lapse into sadness past, couldn’t stick to the path. I retreated back to where the darkness eats me, where joy can’t reach me, stark and cracked. I cried myself into a piercing headache and then cried more after that, until my eyes and my state of mind matched. My cat, unaware, took to my lap. He stretched out his body and he purred for my pats.
It passed, as it does. I sat in the falling light, my little light dulled. The sheath of sadness wrapped me like a drug. The empty room an inattentive friend, the quiet a thug, my loneliness my blood tie reminding me that it and I are one.