The Ethereal - Beyond All Dreams
I sit here attempting to cultivate an elucidation for my sorrow. It is now 4:32 AM and while I should have been in bed long ago - I cannot sleep. My mind drifts as slowly as clouds toward a listless afternoon sky. The precise feeling within me is that of having your heart torn out impetuously using a dull object. I wish to come to terms with why I feel this bereavement, especially after starting the week in such a positive, upbeat mood.
I am not able to discern why I feel unloved, unwanted, and antipathy between everything I like and me. In simple words, it is the same feeling as having someone you love reveal to you that their love for you amounts to the warmth of an icy tundra in Antarctica.
Nevertheless, I should be feeling better by this weekend. If I do not, then I will attempt to go somewhere where I can be alone with my thoughts. I apologize for these two days of rambunctious postings - it is superfluous even for me.
