The Life and Times of S

As I sit in my study, and look around at the things and the memories still to be packed, I gaze out the window, into the grey sky. And I can almost feel the cold wind obliterating my every impulse to find happiness where I usually do, leaving behind a listlessness and willful melancholy.

The ennui seems to have settled into my very bones.

I continue packing.

posted by S @ 7:13 PM