I've Got the Blues...

I feel like I should be walking along the sidewalk of a big city bedecked in a floppy hat that falls over my eyes giving me a look of mystery. Then I stumble into a smoky bar where I feel a magical sense of kinship with careworn but brilliant musicians there and, after telling my story, I discover a hidden talent for singing the blues and serenade the smoky bar with my woes for the rest of the night.

*sigh*

I feel blue. I have that awfully disgustingly clenched feeling in my stomach. My mouth, despite my best efforts, keeps forming itself into a sad droop. Interestingly enough, I know exactly why I feel this way and what it will take to kill this bout of blues. Unfortunately, in this case, knowing does little to change the situation. Dreams, for all their splendour, have a terribly sad twinge to them sometimes …

I am usually a big believer in the idea of choosing one’s destiny. Must be the agnostic in me. Sometimes however, it seems like destiny deals us a rather annoying hand that is quite difficult to manipulate. Ahhh well, they always say lots of clever things like “the darkness comes before the dawn”. Grrr, why does dawn feel years away? Because in this painful little conundrum, it is.