Morning

"Everything was beautiful. Nothing hurt."

The reverse side to this is

"Everything hurts. Nothing was beautiful."

This is how I would describe my morning.

Nothing feels beautiful. I see beauty. It surrounds me as morning light, quiet moments, the mark of the first pen on the first page of the day, music. Things I would have a humble, if not tired appreciation for given the time of day. However, I do not feel them.

Such a short thought took me so long to write.

Given everything, I don't know if the past two days constitutes booking an appointment with my counsellor.

Oh life.

I am always over-thinking,