Making use of the lunch hour I have to deposit some of my thoughts because it feels as though my chest is bursting from the weight of something I cannot define. There’s a little time left, but so many words to say and the blue skies continue to reign over the side of the world that’s separating mine by a grey glass window.
I wonder why I’m so melancholic today. Maybe something’s poisoned the air I breathe, or the toothpaste I used to brush my teeth. Whatever it is, there’s a strange sense of sadness that’s plaguing an otherwise beautiful Tuesday afternoon. I’ve been observing the skies through the small blocks of dusty windows and they’ve never been so sunny and blue. Yesterday, while my spirits were higher, the skies poured with relentless rain. Today, it seems they know I’m out of sorts and have sent the fluffy white clouds and clear skies to my aid. Sadly, everything seems to be a form of mockery when viewed through meaningless windows.
Oh melancholy, go away already. I don’t welcome your stay. Find someone else to exasperate.