Wanton grousing.
It's that typical time of the year again...When i suddenly descend into that dark crevasse of dejection. It's like menopause or should I say cyclical menopause. It doesn't go away. Hell, the bleeding doesn't stop. Just one of those moments. I need to stop and look around. I need to breathe and smell the damn waft of coffee in the air. I stopped and looked around, only to find shadows wheezing by. I tried to breathe, but the pungent stench in the air choked me. I searched for the butterflies that usually keep the smile on my face, but they were still pupating. Whats the world coming to?

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