Melancholy was his mistress and muse. He worshiped her day and night, always trying to make things right, but it never quite worked. He felt he came up just short no matter how hard he tried. She had been his first love. One day he decided to take the plunge and proposed. That was the last day he ever saw her.
He now felt empty inside. That’s when he found Depression. She moved in, and they became inseparable. Once he thought about breaking up with her, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Till death did they part.
Emptying everything out of the depths of my soul, finding the places where sorrow pools, and I try to pump that out too. The calming feel of numbness would make me “happy”, but yet it seems the more I pour that bitter water out, the more they fill up. Is there an end to those salty depths? I know the simple answer, but I am past simple answers. Simple is Saccharin. It is artificially sweet, leaving my emotional palate overloaded and underwhelmed. The complex is too much for my mental state right now, so I am left in purgatory. Selah