It's been difficult to write lately. My mind is stuck... sometimes I feel it might explode without writing. Anyhow, I had a bit of an inspiration and it came out like this... it feels unfinished... but once again I am stuck.
Melancholia sets in like a flash
breathes death alive
a warm grave it weaves
folding mudstones and shale
making way for God’s acre
Instead of writing, I've been doing graphic collages. This one seems apt for the moment...