Would not come

7 03 2014

behind the mirrorBack and forth. I try to suppress it, but it keep resurfacing like a cork in the water. I let my hands take another crawl, and think: Just let it go. Just let your thoughts work for themselves. But it sticks, like glue going wild.

They say that sometimes the wrong foot touches the floor in the morning, and you have a day less perfect than you wish for. I noticed this feeling immediately  this morning, but I knew resisting it was meaningless. I wanted to have fun, but the day was not meant for fun. You can`t always get the day you want, or the mood you want, and I know this as life. I`ve been threading through days like these, many times before, and I will many times more. The best I can do, is let myself be, focus on what must be done rather on how much I don`t want to do it. But the claw sits in my stomach and my throat. I just want to be happy, but it won`t come.

I put on my mental Alanis Morissette song and let it be:

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