I Am Melancholy

I believe that everything has a soul, even an item so superfluous such as a receipt. They live in everything tangible, obscured and quiescent. Lying there, absorbing every moment of our lives as if it’s their only sense of subsistence. They are the essence of life, a living legacy ready to evanesce and disperse into our thoughts to invoke the lost memories...

These things; they are the spiritual embodiment of emotions through the passing of the space time continuum, a living thought amidst the passage of past and present. And when we pick this “thing” up and reminisce, it threads into our sub conscious, pulling every bytes of memories it can find associating it with this “thing”. When our mind finally process the thought, reliving the snippets of our pasts... We find ourselves crying or laughing, at this end in time.

The nostalgia of dejected heartbreaks, the end of a love lost not to death but a social divide. Bleeding from the broken mirror that I tried to piece, I can’t feel nor find pain anymore, for melancholy has overtaken my state of mind...

I am melancholy... Which is like happy for deep people...