I mourn the loss of the moments of lucidity.
When the words run like liquid gold. When joy envelopes me. When clarity ceases to be a mystery.
Then Elegiac spreads its wings and my vision falls once again into the shadows.
What I saw disappears and I am left wandering through the rest of the day stumbling like a blind man after elusive Braille.
I am so tired. Yet I cannot let go of what I thought I glimpsed beyond the veil.
Another winged companion joins Elegiac. It alights upon my other shoulder, a weight so heavy and cold that it seeps into the very marrow of my bones.
Its name is Lethargy.