Mirror

All day and night it's been washing over me. For a moment today, while taking minutes at a staff meeting, did the letters become meaningless ciphers, did they start to vibrate and nearly scatter? Yeah, they did. Did a blind start to roll down in slow but certain increments, and did I recede into the shade in silence, hoping no-one would notice that morning became dusk, and thunder rolled in the distance? It did. Did I tell myself in an effort to be a friend to myself, behind the closed bathroom door, "This is nothing, this is easy, this is simple. You just do this and take care of it like any little task, and you move onto the bigger things that happen outside of this place. You know, in that place called your life." I did that.

And tonight, even before having a vodka Midori screwdriver, I let it all crash down, finding sorrow in every small thing, and in every big thing, and wondered if the same could be said for joy.