It's days like today that I wish I didn't have to talk to anyone. Or share myself with anyone. Technical information or cursed 'small talk' coming in or out feels like an intrusion.
It's days like today that are best spent wearing your favorite striped socks and reading poetry.
It's days like today that the summer sun is out, but blustery winds keep its full glory from penetrating the skin; fortunately it still reaches deep inside via the eyes.
It's days like today that my arms seem to be filled with tingly wet sand.
It's days like today that I want to turn my pragmatic voice off and imagine myself in rose chiffon, nodding off atop a warm misty cloud.
It's days like today...
when I've done all the things I need to do, and am headed to do more things I need to do, when I've eaten healthfully all day, and hydrated properly...
that I am able to swallow this giant yawn I call my current life. and march ahead in colorful attire, with a truthful smile attached out front.