51/112: Glassily

The mundane is driving even the routine out of my head. Sleeping all night again Saturday, then waking up to the end of darkness Sunday morning, and then another entire day when I got nothing done and promptly forgot. I remember once seeing an ad for pork products that said "We use everything but the squeal." Whatever devours me will probably use everything but the sadness. I'm pretty sure that sadness is immortal.


( Sunday Verse )