oneword: wake

somehow simultaneously the death of a loved one and the birth of a new day. somehow i am not looking forward to the latter lately. the beginning of a new year leaves me right back in the mess i desperately wanted to leave behind. too many balls in the air, too few hours in the day. even socializing feels like too much of an effort right now. oh cliched depression, how i've missed you. if there is one thing i have learned in the past year and a half, it's that you are a cyclical being. your lust pounds down on me in waves... my longest running love affair. i still quiver in your wake.