Don't forget to close the door when you leave.

I feel like I'm just one step ahead of melancholy at the moment. I'm trying to walk at a normal pace while melancholy is following me around slowly; I can feel its stare in my back. Maybe I should just stop, let it catch up with me and see what happens, but for some reason I'm a little bit worried about it this time. We generally get along well, melancholy and I, we are quite good friends, although I wouldn't say we spend all that much time together. But we respect each other, and sometimes we hang out for a bit- I quite like her company. She is quiet and beautiful and sometimes she whispers inspiration into my ear. But at this very moment, it feels more natural to speed up just ever so slightly, without trying to run, without trying to let anyone notice it. I'm not turning around, I'm not flinching.

I don't know what it is. I do usually get a little bit of a post festival blues, when it is suddenly far too quiet after a weekend of so much colour and happiness, but I think it's a bit more than that. Maybe it's because I have been doing a bit too much thinking, and have occasionally let the thoughts settle down on me like a heavy blanket- I didn't do it on purpose, I just sat there and the thoughts huddled around me. Started to pretend they were all important, profound and meaningful. Were looking at me with those Oh-I'm-so-very-mysterious eyes and asking me deep questions like, "where do you belong?" and "is there truly a place you belong to?" I really think they can get a bit ridiculous sometimes those thoughts. Honestly, they should just go and hang out with other oh-so-deep-and-meaningful thoughts instead of bothering me. Oh yeah, and take melancholy with you when you leave, ok? I don't want her right now.