Melancholic Friday

Melancholy, oh melancholy why does thou wrap me in thy arms, why does thou follow me like a moonlight shadow, dark and sinister, overhanging, a woeful reminder, a mirthless friend. Will I ever be able to escape thy wretched grasp. A feeling of desperation, lonliness and lack of inspiration is making this day a dreadful apparition. The mind is lost in some god forsaken twilight zone, neither here nor there, trishanku's heaven. As the heart and soul wander around without direction, I habitate zombie nation, in automatic, out of control. There is a cloud hanging over my head, a big dark cumulo nimbus one at that, one that doesnt pour but maintains a steady drizzle prempting any action.