some days are rust.
on rusty days you just can't conjure the positive spin.
on rusty days the people you count on to be present and loving are exhausted by you.
on rusty days the people you count on to be present and loving are just not. they are having their own rusty day.
on rusty days words sting stingier than usual.
on rusty days words seep into your bloodstream and sting every time they circulate through your heart.
on rusty days you want to blog about grace and forgiveness but you can't seem to pull them out of the air.
and your heart is too busy filtering the stingy words to help out.
some rusty days it's just about the planets.
some rusty days it's more about choices.
on rusty days it helps to have a wire fox terrier who is pretty much the kindest human on earth.
who sits with you in all the rusty emotions.
and reminds you of turquoise.
