I burned another light bulb today. On sunny mornings, my room is warm, sweet, and comforting, and I forget to change the broken bulbs. Today it’s cloudy outside and I only have one working lamp sitting on my desk.
It’s a dark, somber, lifeless room…yet I feel light. I have nothing to fight with in my mind, nothing to lose, nothing to give up…
I don’t think I need the rest of my lamps right now. I’ll change their light bulbs later…