A glimmer in the light, which makes all things, all right.

Depressed, again I feel it.
It never leaves me, never totally..
Always hiding, waiting to come out again, waiting to strike me down with a single blow, or thought.
Sadness, engulfing me, consuming me, my emotions, my thoughts.
When will I .. will I ever!
Rid myself of this horrible curse?
What will it take to alleviate this burden that I carry with me, will it be to my grave?
Again comes the sadness, the darkness, the tyranny.
Is it love I seek, the cure to all my troubles in a single drop of magical, forbidden love?
It does relive the signs, the spouts, the dark sarcastic overtones that do normally al me.
But is this right, is it the answer, or just some method of excusing my bitter ways.
Into the darkness, the shadows that I craw.
It becomes apart of me, the darkness touches on many of us.
We all see it, live it, some even begin to love it.
Yet we all know it’s not the way we wish to go.
What cures my troubled heart, my soul that yarns for something more, grander, further, more lavecant.
Will my mind ever stop turning in it’s cradle, rest at ease, live the good life that I so choose.
Then again, this good life I speak of, is it not man’s destiny to take years of schooling, punishment through teachings of ideals and understanding, only to finally graduate and be sitting at some desk, pushing papers tell I die.
Not me, not that, I’ll be damned if I’m destined to that kind of torment. Then again, what’s the alternative, a torment of loneliness? The choice is simple, one or the other.

To settle, living with love, working your days in and out.
Or being alone, but always on an adventure.
Is there not some middle ground, where venture seeks, passion is bliss, and your love, is in-love, not in just convention nights, weekends, and holidays.
Idealism clashes with reality, and I wondered what it is we are all fighting for.
Now I understand, even more to those that read those novels about useless fairytales that could never happen. Our dismal lives, of living and settling, need a break, from the reality that us as human beings are destined for. We want more! To live life, to touch, to feel, to hear our hearts pounding in our chests, as life may indeed be questioned, will we die tonight?
I am yet one individual and most of them, in those great battles, quite often die. Or do we forget? Are we willing to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good that we as human beings might succeed in breaking that boundary that holds fiction, from reality?
Or is it really, that we so bold unto ourselves think, that perhaps we will be that victor, that somehow we shall not parish in a glimpse. That our modesty will make us great leaders, instead of our modesty being real, that we are yet one in millions, and more likely will parish, and there is no such thing as destiny written in scripture or our lineage.
So how is it then, what is the mix, which keeps this darkness out. And my spouts of depression down. What is the remedy; is it living live, is it love, or is it all things said above.

A glimmer in the light, which makes all things, all right.

Love is yet an adventure, a destiny unto it’s own. And that is where the answer lies.

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