Melancholia, and the Emptiness of Traveling..

I’m a transient, diffused light through stained glass. I love and I loathe simultaneously. My emotions are fickle like the weather but consuming like the ocean.  I’m exhausted, getting pleasure from less and less. Boredom is the ever present enemy, a wretched killjoy I fight with a diminishing sword. I cut myself in the process,…