I planned on writing some creative manifesto of my mind but today my mind is going blank...yeah, it's been a pretty crappy week actually.

I'm just sick of being "afflicted" by this, I'm just sick of looking at the charts stating that depression affects "merely" 5% of the population. Must feel quite snug for the 95% looking in through the quarantine hole, just viewing us as aberrations in a way.

Did I really have to be the 5%? Do our lives really have to be like this? Guess some people just get dealt great hands, others....not so much.

*sigh* I'm sorry, the poet is dead today. I simply feel sluggish and troubled. No more melodic words, just a gritty moan.

In hopes for better times,
~Monsieur