I feel low today
and no, it’s not the weather.
It might be my job, or the damn phone,
or the inconveniently timed recollections of all my past failures.
I feel low enough today, that I almost don’t want to talk to you
Or mom, or the voice of reason in my head.
No, I need something more.
As Ray Bradbury once said. something visceral, something tactile.
A sting from a theremin, so to speak.
So maybe I’ll stay up tonight and play video games,
until the sun rises, and tomorrow is ruined too.
Or maybe I’ll go to the gym;
Because when I get stronger - and one day I will,
It’ll be easier to hold my head up.