theFlyingLeaf

     Melancholy. Melody. Unshed tears. Both happy and the numb. Music. Shaking my leg. Dull, cloudy, cool.

     I remember once reading about flowers wilting and drooping while listening to sad music. May be thats true.

     Its one of those days when you feel like a dung beetle and you know that you are an insignificant beetle wading through deep shit.