Dust in the wind

Something happens during this time of the year, without fail I become a sappy teary-eyed mess. I can’t explain it, it just happens and I feel the more foolish for it. I will sit reading the news, a book, be reading someone’s Blog or listening to a song and suddenly my eyes fill with tears. Nothing in particular just some line or refrain, some worldwide injustice or pain, will touch me and voila the waterworks begin. Currently I am listening to ‘dust in the wind’ being all the more pathetic for it. Part of me wants to curl up into a ball and hide, protection from some deep down hurt. The anguish sits in the back of my throat, a hard lump waiting to burst forth as try I and repress the tears that well up in my eyes. I don’t recall there being any particular reason that this time of the year should cause me to react thus. I can’t recall any childhood horrors, skeletons in a deep dark closet. I can’t remember any particular painful memories or occurrences. It is just there and somehow I feel weaker and sillier for it.

i close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment's gone. all my dreams pass before my eyes in curiosity. dust in the wind