i cast my sinking eyes skyward to gather nourishment.
in the rain the locomotion of my depression almost seems passable.
and today nobody will tell me to 'cheer up' or 'change' my mindset,
because most everyone feels the gloom of the passing day.
it's a day for eyeliner, soup, disintegration, coffee, smoking.
a day to disappear inside oblivion and let all things simply be.
--It's so hard to win when there's so much to lose