Druog

October. The days are getting noticeably shorter, the nights longer. He opens his eyes, only to see a dull gray light filtering through the uncovered section of the window. Yet another day. No sunlight today, to bathe his fractured psyche in. He gets up, feeling tired and melancholy. A soothing thought crosses his mind: "This will pass, like always". It had been such a comfortable liar again.

It's funny how you start to really appreciate things only after they are gone. Your health. A roof over your head. A beautiful summer day, spent at the beach, with a special someone. Or people who leave you suddenly and permanently. You easily take things that you have for granted. And after they're gone, you're suddenly left feeling stripped down and hurt. And you never seem to learn.