Do I hate my melancholy
Or do I have a penchant for it as spawns the creative desires in me
Do I despise it completely
Or do I thank it for the countless rebirths it gave me of myself
Do I dread it
Or do I embrace it as it shatters all the fine lines that always disconcert me
Do I avoid it
Or do I await it as it shatters and rebuilds me into something better everytime
Do I become one with it
Or do I leap over it to find my true self on the other side?
Well, I tell you the leap was every bit worth it.