When Sadness Comes

 

My mood of the morning pretty much matches the scene outside. All foggy and damp with all the stillness you’d imagine, after a good horror movie the night before. When you get troubling news, it hits you a certain way. Even though you are not the one affected. I took a shower and put on my stoic face staring intently at the frown lines I developed over the years. They’re the same ones my dad had along with most of that side of my family.

Dressed up like it’s springtime with my secondhand  Izod shirt and Wal-Jacked shorts and t-shirt. Looking like I want to belong to the yacht club on Jekyll, knowing I ain’t worth the money of a dockhand. But it’s my fantasy and I’m sticking to it. No different than some Biker and Redneck want-a-be’s I know. But we all got to stay in our lane, don’t we? Or at least that’s what we are told. Like the stoic that has to be strong when on the inside they’re about to fall apart.

So while my skin is way too pale to be a yachtsman and my bank account can’t afford a john boat. I sit here watching my mood play out across the pecan grove, while a few trees bud their first and the others still lay bare. Thinking while somethings are what they are, rather through genetics, upbringing, or just dumb luck. We all cry in our own way, and we try and change as best we can. But some memories just linger and can never be forgotten, when sadness comes.

#Sadness #Mouning #Grief #Failure #Inadequacy