The other contents of that box

But why leave it at Melancholia?

The man I once loved with all my heart had a beautifully descriptive word he used to provide encouragement.
"Fighter"
I might not love that man anymore but the love for the word and the world it stands for remains.

I cannot leave it at Melancholia because I am a fighter. And even though at times it takes me hitting an unbearable low before I get back on my feet, boy do I get back up.

The thing is yes, I am in a bit of an unproductive, uninspired spot but it's not like my brain and heart have stopped ticking.

So adopting a new approach to this manner of problem I look Melancholia in the eye and pronounce loudly, "Fuck that!"

Fail

I wonder if at times like these, when I'm in an uninspired melancholic funk, I wonder whether it is the words that are failing me or I that am failing my words.