Can this melancholy absorb me like a sponge?
Can I let my dashed past hopes take me in
And hide me within their solemn whims?
Just for today, would it be okay
If I were to push these passions down underneath
A bed I’ve been slowly forming, making, building, every day I breathe?
For just these few moments, could I fall into quick sand
And let it cover me with a heavy apathy
That could serve to remind me of the need
To feel hope and excitement and joy once again?
–Written by Sandy Heights
