Waiting For the Inevitable

It's almost August already. Every year, the summers get shorter and shorter.

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Last night, we watched the moon on its course between two buildings. It was too low in the sky and early for a summer evening, it seemed. The nights are already getting longer.


This is the time of year when I feel like Doomsday is about to descend. Winter is coming. I can feel it in my body. I am getting heavier.


I can try to ignore it, but it shadows my every move. I find myself plotting out when I will start taking St. John's Wort again and worrying about how things will go after December when the real weight of depression pushes me under.

Marie and Rod

If I never saw snow again, I could believe in a just universe.

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