Melancholia

Dreary days of endless dreaming
As floating in a calm sea of black nothingness
Thoughts of gray uncertainties my only anchor.



There are just days like those.

I sought refuge in the bookshop, trying to repeal my melancholia with words. Hoping that the black and white prints would transport my weary soul from a listlessness I couldn't shake. I wanted to succumb to the tears that were threatening to obscure my vision. I wanted to walk blindly and just let them flow down my cheeks.

But, i struggled against it and burrowed my head deeper into the pages. Willing the scent of books and ink to dispel the overwhelming miasma of sadness from my heart.