Gray days.

Today is a gray day. I woke up in a funk and it has continued to ferment inside of me. Days like these I want to cast myself off to a little island where the only inhabitant is me, sit in a warm sea of sand and let whatever comes, come. I want to give my emotions room to detach themselves from my body, float to the surface like little pools of oil in water and slowly, slowly, release me from this state of...

State of what?

Sadness? There's a hint of that there. Anger? A pinch of that is bubbling within me, sure. Despair? I don't know. I suppose it's a mixture of many things. I just want to let it out. Let it go. But maybe I should simply, let it be. Let it run its course through me and then evaporate. Morning mist breaking in the sunlight that is me, just a solitary ember glowing, rising. Or maybe I'm more likely the mist than the sun, cold little particles clouding up my vision, dispersing once a ray of light happens to shine upon it. 

I don't know. I'm just having a gray day. It will pass. I will give it time.