The Day I Skipped the Mindful Journaling Meetup

I was hungover, Still sad, And just didn't want To process any more pain. It's a heat I've grown used to. A depressed passion On the edge of a sultry, sluggish lake. I didn't want to unpack So I just slumped Into rest, Water lapping at my thighs. Things are slowly draining; It is not as high, so wallow, And come morning I'll rinse it all away.