God Sings like a Blackbird

After a particularly hard day I found myself uncontrollably sobbing in my window. It felt like the world was moving without me; I was alone, my partner was in China for several weeks and I was very ill. My birdcage / home was my own little impenetrable bubble used to isolate me from the world but in moments like those I felt like the world enjoyed me not being part of it. Blah, woe is me.