Not Quite Melancholy, But...

that moment hits when you realized that there are so many things you have not been able to realize despite being in plain site waiting for you to make the connections, but loss has already sunken in and there's no going back because you're here, the place where life has left you with a hefty dollup of doo doo on your head and it's too late, too late, too late. Then a wonder set in like a fog and you know not what to do but cop a squat on a near by bolder and ponder it's delicate suggestions, which promise more than the neverending dreams of a pragmatist and despite yourself, you leave all these dreams behind for something more real, like a slap in the face or the winning lottery ticket. Nevertheless, you cash all your thoughts in and begin to feel even more deeply and know that despite the fact that the world can conjur up enough loss to put all the landfills of the world to shame , it all does make sense. Yes, it's as if some god has played a trick on you but as some consellation has allowed you to understand how it all works but made you swim back through the lethe before you could tell anybody else all about it.