Adventures in Depression

Drive towards the stop sign.
Take a left.
Park under the "No Parking on Tuesdays" sign even though it's Tuesday.
Sigh, but stay.
Turn up the radio.
Close your eyes.
Wait for Christmas to come again.

Taeper, Repeat

Just like every other morning I've woken up with that damn song stuck in my head again. After a night of vivid dreams and restful slumber I'm wondering why this song refuses to leave me. The days have been so lackluster lately, and the nights so mundane. Evenings with repetitive dinners because I'm too lazy to create. Evenings with nothing but repeats on the television set, but I'm drawn in anyways because my brain refuses to think.  Everything around me is stuck in repeat, and perhaps I am too - at least in my head.

Go tell Aunt Rhody the old grey goose is dead

Drawn out Destruction

There are days where the frustration is just too much to hold inside
and because it's just not ok for some reason that I should lean back in my chair and scream
I reach for the pencil and I reach for my little sword
and I kill the pencil just a little bit more

Enigma

High pitched overtones and purposeful dissonance escaped the speakers. The artist, trapped deep inside sang his song. He wasn't worried about breaking free, no, he wasn't worried.

He danced and he sang. 

The small little man pulled the microphone closer to his lips, closed his eyes and belted out the songs that he found deep in his heart. He heard the backup to his songs playing behind him - the drums pounding out the beat, the bass guitar following his melody, and the piano laying peaceful direction. He heard the backup that wasn't there. 

But the tiny little man trapped inside the speakers danced. He danced and he sang his song. 

She danced too.

She stood in the middle of the kitchen all alone. She peered into the speaker looking for the tiny man she could never find. The tiny man that she could never rescue. But she could hear his song, and she could hear the backup playing his songs behind him. She twirled around in the kitchen and danced to the drums pounding out the beat. To the bass guitar following the melody. To the piano laying out a peaceful direction. She danced to the songs that he found deep in his heart. 

Together, they created a world of their own through the mystery of the music.