Down the Rabbit Hole

Darkening Skies

I feel the approaching depression like a dull ache across the old breaks in bones when the weather is damp and heavy. I feel it like an approaching storm, too far away to hear the rumbles but the tops of the trees sway and the air crackles with the tension of its coming. I bounce between moments of restlessness and tedium like an agitated child. I look at myself and I wonder, where have I gone?