I find myself at the brink of melancholia these past few days.
I will stare into space and my eyes will start to water. I cried again in the train to work this morning. I tried to be as inconspicuous as I can, but when I looked up, a
mat noticed my eyes and he kept staring til I dropped off at my stop.
This has to stop. Whatever 'this' is.
I want Superman to save me. Or a knight in shining armour also can. Or Zorro. Preferably one who has all the machismo he can muster. And a dash of a wicked sense of humour won't hurt, either.
No Pee Wee Hermans, please.
the enigma was spotted at 13:32