Do you sometimes feel that life repeats certain of its events in a certain manner, with a certain time cycle?

Lately I'd been thinking about mine.

And feel somewhat fortunate that the frequency of depressive years isn't extremely high. Except when they happen, it's so very condensed.

I have a familiar feeling from long ago, a numbness from loss. It makes me go through my days as if everything is fine, as if I have no tears.

Even though I really really want to cry.