
harry bloom

i think i'll try get to the mountains this weekend, if i am well enough.
i love the change into a colder climate, the air getting cooler with each pass of night turning to day. the rain returning a to the green, a blush, that summer stole..
i find excessively bright colours unsettling. i feel exposed, they haunt my dreams. and leave me longing for rainy days like these; the overcast that allows me to be numb, to ignore that aching pull in my chest, threatening to cave in.
to be numb, is the most i ask of life.
if i am aware, i search..
if i search, i am aware that there is nothing to search for.