Tuesday, July 22, 2008

3 am again, another dark night of the soul

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?


Why do I feel like I am the last living person in the world?

Why this time is it overwhelming ? Why is it happening now? It's like the humidity outside, 100 percent cloying, seeping into every pore, making it impossible to breathe.

I would give anything for the phone to ring. But then it won't. I'm the only living girl in New York.

2 comments:

Polly said...

I hate how 3 a.m. comes every goddamn day. Ugh. Hang in there. Isn't this the least helpful advice ever? Sorry.

susan said...

Thank you Polly. It helps to know someone understands what I feel.

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