My little boat hit a snag last night. I washed up on that old, familiar shore of depression. The ominous, gray clouds set the backdrop for my mood. My sails lay torn on the morbid, jagged rocks and again, I find myself among the debris of all my broken dreams. Perhaps this is just a temporary stop in desolation. I know I can fix my boat, and return to the open seas, but my motivation is less than motivated today. The constant pounding of those negative waves has worn me down, and I'm not feeling well... I wade into the water, looking out into the eternal horizon with not the lack of hope in my heart, but with no real resolve to rescue myself today. Perhaps tomorrow I will find the will to get off this island; but right now I am content to stay here and isolate myself on the sands of today...