Days like these feel like someone put up a brick wall between my brain and my eyes. I see the day. I feel the wind. I smell the fresh air. I can walk outside and feel the sand on the newly laid unistone – and I can taste my eggs. All senses are working – but nothing is getting though.
Why are there days like these? How long will they last? How do I get the world through that wall to make my brain come alive?
Days like these, I just want to sleep and imagine that I’ll wake up without walls.
Days like these, I just want a do-over. I would wake up, find my emotional chisel and start chipping away.
I guess, though, that days like these make me appreciation the other days – the days when the birds sing and my heart leaps, when the rain falls and awakens my skin, when the wind blows and the air takes my breath away by the sanctity of its freshness. The other days are days when I am alive – I am living. Most of my days are like that. Maybe I’ve had too many of the other days that “these days” need to be my wake up call.
I’d rather the other days – to these days.
Cuz these days just seem to drag… they are sleepy… they are melancholy… they are lost moments that can never be found. Those moments on the other days are what dreams are made of…
These and those … Of the two I’d pick those days anytime.
But to get to those – I guess I need these.
So – these days, I guess, can’t be all that bad?