A stormy journal spread

  

I like that word, stormy. It just says so much.

You can picture the dark colors swirling around

in a sea of anguish, agony, fury.

A lyric from one of my very favorite songs,

from one of my very favorite bands (U2)

"Stolen from the sea, a storm blows up in her eyes

and she is raging, she is raging."

This is how I've been feeling lately, and I'm so afraid it will get worse.

As I posted earlier, my best friend/roommate is

moving back to NY in August.

We've lived together for 5.5 years.

That is a long time. 

This is an adjustment that I KNOW will be difficult.

I can't even bear to look at apartments right now,

and I know I need to find another roommate

and I SO do not want to. It won't be even remotely the same.

Sigh.

Anyway, I sat down today and this poured out of me.

I like when that happens, because it usually isn't that easy.

At least the weather here is gorgeous.