On Melancholy Hill

I live on melancholy hill. And up here, there is an atmosphere of trying your best. It really is. Slowly trying your best. The desire is here but you can't see it by just watching from a distance. You have too live here to understand it. Daily activities are done in a order that you made it your self. The way you like it. Not rushing your self. Jut the right amount of it, so ''they'' still see you living. On this beautiful hill we don't ask stupid and unnecessary questions. Just an example: How are you, What are you doing in your life now, any big things happening in your life... (You get the idea) No we ask our self. Do you fell comfortable?

Like I said the desire is here, but you can't see it through our sad faces, pale hearted and showing boring emotions towards you. It's not like we don't care what is going on below our hill, but we are too occupied with our comfortability level. We are sleep deprived, we have back issues, we constantly watch for our physical apparency, because people are watching everywhere, and we like to look good. No matter the frustrations in our head. If you haven't find the key word. It's melancholy. Yes there is a hill, and it's beautiful. All the great parks, the ponds, ducks playing in those ponds, beautiful forests... oh it's great. Surprisingly there is always autumn on this hill. I wonder why? The sorrow, cloudy atmosphere, unstable mental and physicality surroundings  that is Melancholy Hill. Like the words written before you. That is like the staying on that hill. Disturbed. A lot of rest involved. Definitely a great muse if you are interested in the art form of writing, panting, sculpturing, and anything else you can remember. But don't tell a lot of people about it, there is not enough room for every body. So for now I only got one question for you.

Are you comfortable?

Mike Wood from Melancholy Hill.