depressing was how i'd define yesterday. not sad, not dull, not negative. it was plain depressing. as depressing as the verb can make. i was depressed, left, right and centre. up and below.
i had no idea why; nothing bad happened. as a result i had no remedies with me. as i was so depressed to walk, talk or even sit, i lied down for sometime. i never imagined in my wildest of dreams that even lying down could be so depressing one day. i felt as if some wretched force sucked the spirit out of me(wait there you wicked mind, not that spirit.)
then i was forced out of my lovely bed for some drumming practice. it was good. sweet.
depression gone, me home. sweeter.
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