blue

Words flow over me into me like a river; I hardly have the time-capacity to write them down. I lose them forever.


C asks why I am always so sad. He exaggerates, because every time I shed an tear unknowingly, he concludes that he makes me sad, even though it is not the case.


These are just times of blues and low-mos, and now is such a time. I cannot explain why, it is not situation-dependent. And C is here as my band-aid, proof to me of God's love again and again, because without C I would be even sadder.


Nothing else will help very much. Not even my new Nine West shoes. I will wear them with a smile anyway. :)