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!"
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