It makes me cry.
I've been listening to The Beatles all morning. It's nearly all-encompassing. I feel overwhelmed today. I feel like not enough today. I feel.
I want to sleep for weeks, eat for days, and cry until my eyes ooze from my face. This irrational depressive state is starting to wear at my nerves. As if it is any sort of positive for me.
I would prefer to go home, instead of moping at work. I could finish my book. I could have a nap. I could...
Well. Really. The possibilities are nearly unending.
Remember, Remember the fifth of November.
The gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
should ever be forgot...
Remembrance Day soon approaches. I wonder about how the world has changed so drastically for us. How there is no forcible enlistment. No sad war-torn families. No weeping widows, commonly on the corners.
And yet. And yet.
Sadness is perpetual. At least at times of war, there is hope. And a nation pulls together...
What do we have now. Besides Fat, Consumeristic Complacency?
Depression.
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