i remember when the days collected like standing water and the fog clouded my eyes and my friends asked how to help. i didn't know. i only felt the need to drive to the beach and feel the sand under my toes.
Simple words, complex feeling. I think we've all been there, when we either wanted help but couldn't articulate it, or when there was no help that could work. "Days collect[ing] like standing water" is such a vivid depression analog. This holds up to the very best of short form poetry I've read lately.