Sometimes, everything feels pointless. Nothing can relieve the heavy weight that sprawls across my ribs no matter how I try to rouse it.
Once, I read somewhere that perhaps I should invite this feeling in, welcome it, make a space for it.
Offer it tea. Sugar? Cream? No, milk of course, less heavy that way.
And after a nice visit, bid it good-bye.
Welcome it back again sometime.
Just not too soon.