Good Grief 3

It's not that things don't change. Of course they do. All the time. But nothing seems to join up any more, there is no continuity, nothing that sustains one moment to the next. Each day, each moment has to be constructed. It is hard to believe that there will be a new dawn that brings any sense of living a life rather than the daily struggle to just keep functioning. There can be moments of brightness, allsorts of moments but they are flashes, brief sparks of incandescence that evaporate into the profound darkness which offers no reference points to cling on to.