It's a perfect summer evening.
Late setting sun.
Warm breeze, no humidity.
I'm just not feelin' it.
I want to be woven into its spell.
Taken over by summer's magic.
But I'm not feelin' it.
I don't like being taken over by
melancholy.
I don't mind being sad, if there's a reason.
But formless, rootless
melancholy...
wish I could say
I'm not feelin' it.
oooohhhhh that's too bad. sometimes no matter what we do, we just can't lift our own spirits.
ReplyDeleteyou should take out a scrapbook and spend some time looking through it, that always lifts me up and makes me smile, from the inside out!!!
Oh Adrienne, I'm sorry. I hate when that happens. Maybe a good night's sleep and a fresh start in the morning? Take care.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry. I hope you start feeling better!
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