When the well dries..

I feel like a melancholy has been cast over my every step. I fear that even if I saw a monarch butterfly flapping around my face, I would be impervious to its charm. I find myself scraping at the bottom of the barrel to keep myself going. Down and out, to put it simply. Unable to conjure up reasons to smile, to be lively and to enjoy. The life has been sucked out of me, I fear. I need intellectual fodder to get me going again. I need to write, but my words dry up after a few lines. I find myself struggling .. in face of what though? What is it that ails me or my heart? I don't know. That too frustrates me. Not knowing why I have felt this way for the last few days. What is it that has changed, clicked in or just been absent?

I feel like a swim but there is desert all around me, nowhere to jump nowehere to hide and nowhere to push the limits of my life to their edge. I just want to hold my breath for a few too many seconds and come bursting out of the water, feeling life caress my lips again. Anything to infuse life into this lifeless daze that I currently inhabit.