I don't know, Maybe it's depression I'm fighting. Sometimes I feel as though my life was like a wild roller coaster ride, tedium and terror interspersed but as I near the END OF THE RIDE I feel "what's the use?" In the END, you end!

And then there are days I feel like a prisoner awaiting execution. I can't get too worked up about what I want for my last meal. I don't have any real appetite for anything.

You want more depressing analogies? No, I thought not. But it's hard to get creative under these circumstances.

And YET...! When the muse hits! All the lights come on and the day is just that! The day I have, the only day there is and I can't write fast enough, play loud enough or paint quick enough!

Hmmm?! that sounds like I've just described Manic Depression. Well, not enough mania for my taste. Heap it on as I'd rather go out in a flash than just fade to black.