a drizzle of melancholia.

i pull my jacket tighter. the sea breeze is chilling, so is the light drizzle. i could have taken the bus at the earlier stop but i indulge in the melancholia, and walked. i wish i could pull someone tight, a good friend, a bear hug, my dog… but all i have is my jacket.

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