I consumed with sadness today. This is one of those days I wish I could go back in to childhood, and use imagination to become what ever it is I need to be happy on this day. Why is it that when we become adults, we become confined by the world around us? Let consume us. Let it drag us down into dark places. I wish that I could be happy in the way my life is going. I wish I was filled with love and joy. I want my longings to disappear from my mind. So I could just be happy in my life the way it is. Why can't that be so? So I sit here consumed in sadness. Wanting to change what I can't.