S.A.D disease

He stands still; staring at the horizon that's far, far away...

The sun sets and his eyes want to close shut. He never wants to see another sunset. The dimming light reminds him of the sad reality he lives in. The enclosed dread he holds within himself shatters the defenses of which he makes a facade. That's all there is to him - a facade. It's just another face full of joy and energy, while deep inside there's nothing but a hollow creek. That creek awaits to be filled with some drops of merry dewdrops. But those drops are but a dream. At most, they form in the morning mist. Before even the scent reaches his awareness, the dawn brings the sun and the dew disappears, along with the hope of a tomorrow.

There's a saying in these dreadful worlds that there's always a silver lining. Well, if you turn silver into copper, and then melt it down to metal scrap, you might just find what silver looks like. It feels like cold, hard steel and stings with an icy feel. When the brooding feeling of loss freezes over, he can't help but look at the sun again. At that moment, he realizes that tomorrow is a new day - a new day of...loss, sorrow and disappointment.