Seasonal depression

Short mornings and the days filled with fog

Festival after festival reminds me of all the people up in the air along with my dog

Used to look forward to this some ages ago with family rituals being mandatory

Now the wind is slapping my bare skin as a form of mockery

Want to curl up in bed and be a deadpan

Getting addicted to some kind of sadness like a madman

Abandoning all the faces like my thoughts being locked up in cages

I can see the character disparities with seasons changing

Finding new reasons to be happy to get myself out of this without drowning