I can't be cheerful today because my mood has somewhat dimmed since my last post.
Funny isn't it.
Not.
One minute you're flying high on a breeze of positivity and the next you're far, far away on the Island Of Black.
Not a pleasant place to be. Not even a cheery cup of tea brings a tinkle of joy in this dark and dank place I call my mind.
We do not entertain many visitors here, and although the place is crowded with others, not one of them sees me.
The Island is a place we all visit from time to time isn't it. Yet such is the enigma of the place, nobody seems to know how we got here.
Odd that such a place so well trodden can only be found by a simple downturn of spirit. If I could I'd draw a map of the route to get here, showing markers at strategic points.
You'd know then if you were headed here, wouldn't you?
But alas it is beyond me and like all others, I must wait for a breeze to blow in, then I can be hoisted high above, like a kite, to once again soar high on the jet stream of life.
Or....maybe not.
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