Despair arrived unexpectedly. There had been no invitation and yet, in it came with an empty suitcase.
Despair found me sitting on my favorite chair. We looked at each other and did not speak.
Despair followed me all day. It passed the sugar for my tea, the milk for the coffe, the towel in the bath.
When night time fell I knew Despair would stay and sleep with me. I turned out the lights and felt it's cold icy feet next to mine.
"...then black despair the shadow of a starless night, was thrown over the world in which I moved alone." (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
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