And there is no word of your day. All I know is that you were sad and that you were obsessing about the small things again. The rules are minor. Tell me what you see. Tell me what you want to see. Tell me what you want me to see.
I see a lady. A beautiful lady. The fog covers her a bit today, but I can see her in the near distance. She is alone and surrounded by water. She welcomes me. I want to get to know her more. I wonder what she sees as people pass her by as the sun shines on her, as the moon glows and when the fog clouds her vision. When no one else is looking, does she cry a lonely tear.