I woke up at 7:30 this morning and had a fifteen minute tussle with depression. I don’t know why; it must have been something I dreamt about last night that made all those memories hurling back at me.
It was one of those vacuum-sucking disappointments that made me stay in bed for awhile, duvet up to my neck, face in pillow, not knowing whether to just cry or die. Somehow memories from all previous lives swarmed over me and started trying to spear me. And above it all, relationships are the ones that kill.
So as I click on my playlist of sad songs on iTunes, I take out my piece of unfinished homework and stare blankly at it.
“You’re barely waking, and I’m tangled up in you”