Sometimes

Sometimes it's all too much. Sometimes, you just want to curl in a ball and hide yourself in a corner. Sometimes the only food you recognize is comfort food. Sometimes no music sounds right, because it's all too sad or not sad enough or just been heard too recently and too often. Sometimes you want to be held and yet want to be alone at the same time, and the cat just isn't doing it. Sometimes.

But it passes. It may take a while, and it may pass only for a little bit before it all comes swamping in on you again. But it passes, and then it passes again, and then it passes once more for longer this time. Your world becomes gray and then colored and then gray again. But the colors come back. They always will. You just have to wait out the gray, the sometimes. The world will come back, and so will you. Every time.