Being melancholy is the new normal
Living under azure skies sure doesn’t seem to help
Uttering profanities as I try to decipher how to get out of it
Even though I don’t have a clue
Image: images.pexels.com/photos/5412/water-blue-ocean.jpg
Being melancholy is the new normal
Living under azure skies sure doesn’t seem to help
Uttering profanities as I try to decipher how to get out of it
Even though I don’t have a clue
Image: images.pexels.com/photos/5412/water-blue-ocean.jpg
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.
Image: embodimentchronicle.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/melancholy-in-blue1.jpg
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