London Fog

the blues. Doldrums. the downs. whatever name you want to call it, i wonder why it happens. As a female, I want to push part of the blame onto hormones. And how does the weather fit into it? I think pretty well. To go from warm and sunny to cooler and terribly rainy is a crash course in expectations. I know of few people who are not coping with this. For me, I feel that i am living my life, and i am also watching it. There is a disconnect about it all, beginning with the way i should feel and ending with how i do. Reality seems to be made of watercolours. Did i really spend time with that person last night? Did we really talk hours upon hours? and did i just commute from the city to west London without a single thought that i can remember? i also find thought lines interrupted as if by a sun spot. blip!

I need to find the tool to bring the two together. will it be a bridge, a catalyst, a companion, a step?
we must go forward to see.