A month ago I wished on a dandelion that my whole life would change.
It’s getting cold outside. I used to love the cold, but now I don’t. I can’t go outside when it’s cold, and being inside makes me feel stuck.
I’ve been calling my world little. My days feel bland, repetitive. They were once big and vibrant.
Where from here? The dandelion didn’t work.
My sadness is dense.
I am driving through fog.
I hear time moving in the distance,
but I cannot see it.