It's funny. It seems like the only time I can really write anything is when I'm depressed. It seems like every poem I've ever written has been at a time in my life when everything is falling apart. Well, this time it's hitting the very bottom. I'm sure there are others out there with similar or even worse problems. When it's you, though, everything is different it seems.
The opposite side of the coin on this is that I haven't had any sort of desire to even pick up my camera in months. Apparently my creativity in that department is linked to other emotions. Positive ones, I would guess offhand.
So for now I get to look over all the photos I've taken while my life was going pretty good and add a horrible piece of depressed poetry to each one. Interesting duality, but the whole thing leaves me only more depressed than ever. Is this how I want to remember this photo? Is this the right poem for it?

Ah well...