Crown of Clouds (Thoughts)

There is a perplexing cloud that is much alike to a crown. It hovers above my head diffusing deep, seemingly, life changing emotions. This crown of dark clouds brings to my life a sense of disastrous sadness. Such a sadness does not impact within moments but finds itself to dwell deeply in your bones, its darkness envelopes every aspect of yourself. Your memories of yourself in the past are hazed by the darkness, a thicket of dull light which can transform a picturesque memory into one of dusty staleness. The regrets of your past no longer linger as disenchanted reminders of future lessons but as a totem of self loathing. The present undergoes a similar change, every flaw that was once hidden and seemed unimportant rise to the surface and breaks the plain of my consciousness, every mannerism deserves an apology while every success is barely worth mention; the present becomes more hideous than the past for it appears to become a replaying of all past indiscretions, the past repeating itself. Lastly the future becomes bleak, destined to be as the past and the present, void of pleasure and happiness. Such power the darkness can have, such power the crown of clouds holds over me. Such power.