Glen Hope, PA USA
Master...again it sings in it's rhythm. The flow so utterly smooth, like glass. I can relate to what you say about depression coming from love and dreams. We hold such high expectations of both and should they fail to meet what we expect of them...ah yes, very wise words there.
"My soul decays, drunk with depression
Iím driven downward where I sink
I dread the drama of obsession
Which only dreams and love could bring"