The air is cloaked in an easy melancholy, like listening to a violin play while your heart aches a little. Sometimes sunlight is so brash, so intrusive and overly cheerful, and you just need a break. So the sky weeps and you feel at home, for a moment.
So I sit, still and quiet for a change, and welcome the ache. It's part of who I am, who I am made to be, and so often I chase it away with silliness. I was made for another world, for another reality.
in the dim
I see Your hand
tracing shapes in the water
dreaming for me