This is like a drain. On my energy source. Coming from ‘who knows where?’ This is depression. This is grey and black and shades of blah. Tinged with sadness. And I don’t even have the energy to analyze why. I just wish it would pass. This is very unlike me. And I’m a bit disgusted with myself. But there it is. The truth. Ugly and naked like an out-of-shape nude swimmer on a beach in winter. The hours pass, books will be read, rituals will be performed, smiles will form across my face. But for now, sadness. Melancholia. The nighttime usually cleanses away such moods. Bring on the late night. Bring on the beautiful, peaceful change that happens when the stars shine and the purple-black of the sky floats above the world like a blanket of bliss.