Some mornings it just hurts. Bed a little late, up all night coughing, just enough caffeine in the tea that we had last night to result in
me mooning everyone in MC's appartment in one great moment of caffeinated sillinness
and me lying in bed staring at Dave's back, wishing I could wake him.
But it was late, and it was so painfully cold, and my body was so painfully shaking
and I'm filling my throat with liquid because I really want to make that singing lesson today and I'm just SO TIRED of the the whole universe being sick right now.
Being sick all the time.
Nobody seems to want to live anymore, just live, scream at the sky and raise their shoulders against the onslaught of grey.
Nobody wants to play anymore.
Nobody wants to believe.
I keep trying to believe for everyone, but it's hard.
So, hard.
The universe is dying this morning.