the darkness

I wake to darkness.  I watch the grey clouds outside grow darker and darker at my desk.  It’s dark again by teatime.  I walk home from work in the dark.

I tire easily, my thoughts grow murky, I wake later and later.  The darkness settles into my bones.

It’s late November in London.  I can’t think of anything to write about, but darkness.

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