The happy place

I’ve been out getting some sunshine on me, but not much.

The solar flare of the Tuesday was obscured by heavy snow laden clouds.

I’ve feeling similar to the aforementioned weather: a headache, some allergic itch deep inside the nose, nearer to the brain than to the nostril. At nights I’ve been woken up by this itch, or weird bizarre unsettling dreams which I immediately forget upon waking, but which still fill me with a vague unease.

And I’ve been feeling conflicted, but where is my anger? — It too is covered by a big, gray cloud.

If only this metaphorical cloud of mine could release its rain somehow.

But I’ve done yoga. Fortunately I had my toe nails clipped. This was a stroke of luck. Nay, a good omen! Because it had slipped my mind that you do this barefoot. I will give yoga one hundred tries before I decide whether to continue.

If I could find inner peace, it would be welcome.

Maybe the case is, is that I need less peace and more war, like the warrior pose, the something warrior.

It’s like this grey cloud is inside of my brain, you know? That’s where the itch comes from.

That must be the case.

Finally: the little black dog woke me up each morning by excitedly biting my nose. He’s such a great friend.

It’s the humours which have been unbalanced! Too much black bile, I’m sure of it!

Or nay maybe too little?