Collection_Denouement: Gloom

(The home of my muses)

Sometimes I go to visit the sadness. I keep it tucked away in a corner. I dust it off a little and stay there for hours catching up. My gloom is sweet, rather melancholic; it likes to hide behind its snail shell to appear tough. I have to keep it always under lock and key, because it loves me too much and sometimes it whispers to me asking me to go out and play with the past. I should, perhaps, confine it to oblivion. But what am I going to do if my muses also dwell in it: the fish, the flowers, the birds, the threads, the stories of others... ...and other things that I do not usually remember from day to day