October 03, 2006

push on, depression

It's there you know, right behind a thin veil, waiting, wanting; haunting really, to be tapped into, to be let out in a ghostly mist, set to descend. And one would think, one would think that given the state of my current affiars, I would be drenched within it, this descending depression and yet I find myself content, unnervingly content, for while I feel stretched, between two coasts, and dried up, tanned, like a bovine hide I am still content, happy even, in my circumstances. Revelling in depression has formerly gotten me to no successes, only tear ridden poetry. Now I try to turn it on as this veil, this ghastly shroud has always been my greatest resource for creativity, for writing specifically. I am empty. I am empty? doubtful, doubtless.

5 comments:

Doug said...

That's a nice post, Rio. I take it that was "no successes" rather than "know successes." You make nice suede.

Anonymous said...

discontent has it uses but that was a lovely post of contentment.

cooper said...

that was me, quite discontent with this blogger/blogspot.

Chris said...

hey i love your writing you should post more! you are so telented!

Rio said...

doug and alice i knew i could count on you, i havent posted in a month and within the day i do post there you are my constant supporters. thanks as always

chris thanks for stopping by and i am working on posting some more, thanks for the compliments