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It's gray here today. Everything about it is gray, gray buildings, gray streets, gray sky, gray people. The only thing not gray here are the flowers which have already come into bloom, boasting loud bursts of color amidst the otherwise gray everything -that and my teal and gold sarong and red umbrella and sandals with the beads, as if dressing like it's summer might encourage it or at least discourage my own gray mood.
I'm sick of always fighting to be here, working 2-3 jobs at a shot, just to always be paying off interest of some sort, never even making a dent in my actual bills, being exhausted all the time, not having the energy to feel truly happy about anything. Not depressed, I know depressed, I am not. I am not in a rut, I just feel static. Not going anywhere, just squirming around in place all the time.
Like the earth worms today that cover the brick walks. When it rains like this the soil spills out of its neat side piles, and fenced off squares sitting by the foot of city trees. It runs, and worms pour out onto the pavement, hundreds of them getting trampled on by high-heeled shoes and business men that don't have time to look down. Gray days like these are always covered with squished worm. On gray days like these, I bet they're wondering why they're in the city too.
I'm sick of always fighting to be here, working 2-3 jobs at a shot, just to always be paying off interest of some sort, never even making a dent in my actual bills, being exhausted all the time, not having the energy to feel truly happy about anything. Not depressed, I know depressed, I am not. I am not in a rut, I just feel static. Not going anywhere, just squirming around in place all the time.
Like the earth worms today that cover the brick walks. When it rains like this the soil spills out of its neat side piles, and fenced off squares sitting by the foot of city trees. It runs, and worms pour out onto the pavement, hundreds of them getting trampled on by high-heeled shoes and business men that don't have time to look down. Gray days like these are always covered with squished worm. On gray days like these, I bet they're wondering why they're in the city too.