I woke up with a sense of dread
my dreams lost to me in the late mornings light
and yet I've spent my day holding this feeling
I can only describe as an Eldridge sadness
so deep and hollow
and yet I can't pinpoint where it's from
what it's caused by
it's a feeling only art can remidy
a feeling only art can understand
I long to put paint to paper
to color my feelings so others may see
so I won't be so alone
but my paints are in the mail
so I must wait
I must be alone
only for a little longer
© casmoss