if you close your eyes

the weather is a thick consuming grey outside, and i am feeling a bit wistful, and perhaps a wee bit blue. there are no real reasons, suppose i could blame it on the weather, or my continued lack of sleep. but, what are reasons anyway? they do not always cure anything, just act as a label to affix to your words, or over your heart. and, every so often, i think it is quite okay to just embrace your melancholy, hold it's frail hand, and sing together.
sometimes it is alright to be a dark and brooding little thing; at least that is what i keep telling myself today.

you are one life older than before,
but you can't stop the chill,
now you're falling in slow motion,
though the air is still.

dark therapy ~ echobelly