Black and Blue









I woke to the hangover— of sadness, anxiety, dark feelings that pulled me into sleep last night… after hours of sitting alone watching the bay. The reasons are personal, they don’t matter in the big picture. What matters is how easily I fall into a hole when the world starts to pile too high for me. When I work so hard to smile and be funny, to fix it and figure it out, and make it all look ok, when it’s not—it’s no wonder I crash. And burn. I drive off in my car, me and Peter Gabriel. Where is the resolution? Where are the thousand churches? I sit and watch the full moon shine in our crystal night. The rainbow glow around it gives me hope, for a while.

I woke to puffy eyes and a worn expression. Avoiding mirrors. I…

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About Dawn Quyle Landau

Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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