A Note From Nathan Gray... A Sad Young Man.

Another delightful little note from the walkingl melancholy factory.

The late hour causes heightened emotion and clouded judgement, I ponder over things that could have happened but never did and most likely never will... I'm at my most vulnerable at this point, I cry, and I cry, and I weep and sob, pouring my eyes out...

I almost never know why I'm so upset, I just am... it just happens, the silence of nightfall hits, the air fills with chirping insects and life becomes ephemeral. I think of how little was accomplished, I pray for those who've fallen before me, and I weep... not the screaming child craving attention, but tears, the occasional groan, but mostly silent tears...

I don't enjoy being so very upset, but it's better to feel sad than not feel at all, right? Maybe if I keep telling myself that, I'll start to believe it...

Author's Note

A bit short, but I'm not the greatest at dragging things out. Dark tone seems to be a favorite for me. Critique is always welcome, will continue adding more notes when I can, but this is more of a side project then anything else. I still want to hear what people have to say about it.