We've been having serious autumn storms the last few days.
Flower post have been crashing to the ground,
my Halloween display strewn across the patio.
Inside I have been feeling the same; raw and unstable.
The stress of the last month(s) is taking its toll.
I can't concentrate on things, my skin is breaking out.
Yesterday I couldn't get myself out of bed all day.
I hid under the covers with the curtains drawn,
even the laptop fan was too much noise for me to handle.
In desperation I reached for the nearest book
and spent the next couple of hours letting myself
get lost among crumbling stone walls covered in lichen
and hideous sights no man should ever gaze upon.
The gothics got it right. Maybe they had BD too?