Bad Day

I'm having a bad day.
I'm having bad days more often lately.
Maybe it's the weather. SAD. Less light.
Whatever. Bad day.

I miss you.
I've never met you, but I miss you. How is that possible?
"Homesick for the home I've never had."
I still feel torn up inside.
The home I've never had, the love I've never known, the life I've never lived.
It aches like a wound, like a bloody shredded gaping hole of the type you'd see in a horror film.
Does that mean something? Is there a lesson there?

I'm tired.
So fucking sick & tired.
I stare at the ceiling & I just feel empty.
Aching, lost & empty.