And although the air that I breathe now isn't refreshing me, I know that one day soon it will. And despite the heavy bags beneath my eyes that embody my tired spirit I know that soon they will be gone. The fidgeting that comes with boredom, stress and loneliness will pass and I know I'll be still once more, and soon.
The leaves will still brown and trickle to the ground where they crunch into pieces which are taken away on the winds, the waves will still churn up the bays and the shores, they will still clash and spray, the wind will still whip and whirl running wild through the towns and the people within them, and of course the rain will still pour and drench cold wet and heavy.
And just because I am sad now, and just because I am stressed doesn't mean I don't hear the birds chirping and flitting in their nests. Just because my eyes glimmer with tears and my nails are stumps laced with powdery skin doesn't mean I don't feel the soft embraces of those who care. I may feel numb and broken but I know that the cracks inside me can be filled with the cement that beauty allows.
And when I am better, and when I feel well, I will thank the sadness and the tears and I will learn from them. But hopefully they won't return again soon.