weather

we were talking about weather 

i said i like it rainy, cloudy

"aw come on that's so blue!"

sunny weather is so much better,

and when 𝘐'𝘮 feeling blue i draw open my curtains, the sunlight comes in and lifts me up!

me and my friend look at each other

we're pretty sure you're MAD

no, when I'm feeling blue the last thing i want to see is THAT

no, i want to see blackness and darkness and listen to screeching CATS

the last thing i want to do is step into the so-called-light

really, if you can with confidence sing that-

"la la light! rest thee upon my lowly spirits."

"do your glass-scattered dance on my bare skin"

"lift poor me up cuz I'm oh so depRESSED."

then you are not really depressed.

what light?

what spirit?

show your face elsewhere, 

not here not here

cuddling up to the sun with glee and your ability to weave loops with it, i hate you i hate you 

when we're suffering and the sun is out it feels like a personal attack

Indeed, indeed!

SUN!

I challenge you to a match!

the winner shall burn! 

Wait we're already-

I'm kidding,

well, only on the match

But I've decided to turn this around and tell you there is another way

the roots should never come out of the soil to interact with sunlight directly

if you find your spirits gone, 

and it's too late for a smile to do the trick

the "you're doing amazing", the "keep at it" script,

accept your state.

you are, after all, a withered flower-

and the natural order 

for you, is skewed,

so step outside with a black

umbrella and ten shades, long sleeves

with no shoes

kneel forward under your umbrella

a forehead lower than your heart,

knees bent on the gravel

its shade protecting your body

now this is the important part-

stick your palms from out the umbrella.

only your palms, nothing else.

and hold them UP TO THE SKY

from out the split-sphere up, up

stay like that, and ener-

gize