Everydayness #2

An adventurous boy comes home to the music of his father and mother’s arguing, with a complaint note from his teacher about his daydreaming.

A “get well soon” card is ripped to shreds on his commute home, as he chokes the bottle’s neck, squeezing out bliss to help him forget.

This emotion is invalid.

You can feel the cloak dipped in sadness closing in.

Drips of toxic despair fall on your yellow skin as you scratch away at the blue.

Melancholy holds you in its arms ever so gently

until darkness makes itself at home.


We all just want to be loved.

We all just want to be held.

Embrace the sadness,

it’s an emotion like you and I.