Woke from a dream that hurt so deeply I wept as I woke. Mourning something that never was but was nonetheless there, for whatever reason heart and mind conspired to pain me with reminders of foolhardy hope.

Tangled in the foggy wisps of dreams and bleary-eyed in the dim grey light of a foggy world, I am overwhelmed and empty, surrounded by the ghosts of maybe, heavy and slow, I feel every stone in my basket most keenly.

On we go.