I wish for the darkness of day/night to descend. It's like a cloak I can wear over my sadness. During the day, if it is very bright like now when the air reflects the light of the snow I wish for it to grow dark because that is the mood I am in- too much brightness and I am reminded of how my unhappiness doesn't match the daylight. I don't feel this way every day and when I am happy then I am truly happy. So I know what happiness is. Not...

More than often I'm frightened of old age. I know I am getting there. Certain daily occurrences, as trivial as they may seem, are quite strenuous to perform. I see the laundry van drive by my house, I see people walking past with zimmerframes, I see some with walking sticks or a crutch to lean on. I live in a neighbourhood with many old age pensioners. I know what it's like to have nothing to do a lot of the time and to have too many thoughts...