I should keep a safe distance from walking into anxiety's lair. Today is another rainy day and being confined to the comforts of this house is enough to push me into depression. Again. I am deciding to take a slow pace in all the changes I'm going through. Drowning myself in a three-month old red wine and unfinished books seems like a good idea. Trying to develop an underground culture of sorts and letting my mind wander to things I should do and things I haven't done.
How to close the gap from here to there is still unknown. It's hard to understand what it means for things to fall into place.
There are happy days. There are sad days.
Right now feels like an inch close to melancholy.
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