Tuesday, November 17, 2009

In sooth...

In sooth I know not why I am so sad.

I should have that stitched on a sampler and put by my desk. So I could gaze at it at leisure and just get lost in the interminable sadness that to me, seems to characterise this existence.

I fall.

I keep falling.

I haven't stopped falling.

I wish I knew where to go from here.

1 comment:

Nessa said...

Some times I think looking for the answer to the "why" causes the depression.

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