He was always mindful of keeping his spirits in check lest they soar unreasonably high.

The madness of depression is, generally speaking, the antithesis of violence. It is a storm indeed, but a storm of murk. Soon evident are the slowed-down responses, near paralysis, psychic energy throttled back close to zero. Ultimately, the body is affected and feels sapped, drained.

Constantly downcast leads to the death bed.

Just a second of her laughter can get me through the darkest day.

He hated autumn, he hated Halloween and he despised uncooperative household fixtures.

I have a mind like a sieve,
where sadness sits
and happiness slips