Darkness vs Black Hole

Sundays are tough for people who are sad.

It is the one day before the week starts again.

It is the day you feel obliged to make the most of.

It is the day when the world expects you to be happy.

And yet, it is often the saddest day of the week for you when you are sad.

Sadness need not be a black hole that swallows you and everything that goes with it.

Sadness is darkness.

All it takes is a match, a torch, or a lone star to light your way back.

I love the darkness for it shows me the stars. And the moon.

I hope this makes you smile in your darkness too, if you are having a particularly sad Sunday.

One of those days…

Today has been one of those days.

Anxiety gnaws at you like a dull ache you cannot shake.

Everything always works out fine in the end.

Then why is it that we need to torture ourselves with such useless emotions?

(Drawing from back in 2012. A recurring theme.)

Good Morning

All they had left were a few simple words.

A few simple words were all that they needed.

Melancholia or Humidity?

Summer.

Rainy hot humid season.

Not my favourite.

Other people find Autumn and Winter melancholic.

Summer depresses me.

The heat. The humidity. The heaviness in the air.

It’s hard to breathe.

Like wading through a fog. My head feels thick.

I’d rather have the heavy rain from last week.

Thankfully the forecast is for rain this weekend. 

Please let it POUR.

  

  

A Simple Request

Timing is important, she realised.

She wanted to undo the request, but it was too late.

I should have made a different request, she thought.

Simple as they were, the effort involved in making these requests made her throat constrict.

And then she remembers.

Those were your words. 

You had asked me the same thing.

I want you to be happy. 

You’d think this was the sweetest thing anyone could say to you.

Yet it made your throat constrict.

Being happy is a huge request. 

  

Would you know…?

Perhaps it really is the weather, people are gloomy and depressed around me.

Perhaps it’s this thing called romance/ love.

People offering up their hearts and wanting to know if it is reciprocated.

People offering up their hearts and wondering if they will be loved.

I offer no advice. 

Just a drawing. Sadly inspired by your misery…



Stray Balloon

My dog Pepper chased after a stray balloon today.
Then a gust of wind blew the balloon onto the road.

We both stood and watched.
And it felt like a rather sad scene.

I think I have watched too many artsy movies that can make even a balloon feel sad.
But then, I have used the balloon as a symbol of myself quite a bit in the past, perhaps I saw something of myself in that stray balloon today.

Life sends gusts of wind that blows you helplessly into directions unknown.

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An Unexpected Call – Day 99 – 24 September 2014

Traveling in China means Internet challenges.
It’s impossible to log onto blogging sites, WordPress being one of them.

So I am posting my daily doodles belatedly.
This one was done after an arduous journey from Macau – Zhuhai – Guangzhou.
I was not in the mood for drama but drama was what I got.

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