about shit that happens

Shit happens... and absolute shit happens absolutely! That was a quote I concocted many years ago.
At the moment, I have chosen to cease trying to be the voice of reason on this blog and just immerse myself in the tide of dejection that's lapping on the shores of my consciousness. So here's a lament to the departure of blue skies, chirping birds, the song in my heart and the skip in my step.
It's times like these that old, trustworthy and dependable distractions turn out to be ineffectual in turning my thoughts from dark and murky recesses of depression. It's times like these when the lack of real substance in my life makes itself pronounced and saps all the will to walk along this path. It's times like these when the path I walk on appears in the failing light, in its true colour - the colour of a shallow and meaningless existence.