gloomsday

i fall back into depression as if I were falling into the back of a comfortable couch,
i just want to hug my cat and then hug my dog and then sit here
and then have a shower and just nothing
just nothing because everything seems too frightening
and then i'll want to talk but my throat is filled with marbles
and then i'll want to write but i just end up writing this
and this is no good
and i'm no good
and so i'll keep sitting here,
maybe watch the simpsons or something
to pass the time.
and i'll probably think of you
and i'll probably have a glass of water
and that's it.