Sunday greys

Wind and rain and leaden skies.
Inexplicable sadness grips the heart.
Every breath makes me want to cry.
Looking out the window rips my soul apart.

I want to curl up under the duvet and never ever leave.
The comfort of my bed.
But I'm tired of curling up alone.
Want the warmth of another.

I think all I really need is a cup of tea and a hug from someone who cares about me.

But even simple things can be hard to come by.

So I guess I'll just have to settle for whatever I can get.

A cup of tea and the Sunday greys.