\me-lən-kä-lē\
noun
1. It feels like abandoned afternoon outings, it feels like craved company and compassion, it feels like skipping meals and iced drinks. It's the feeling of decaying and the sky at dusk and old shoe laces. Realizing you're a speck in the universe and all sorts of other overwhelmingly deep early morning thoughts. It's loneliness, with some memory foam pillows and thousands of shades of grey and sickly pastels.
2. It's when you're quiet and you know you have too many fears. It feels like flat root beer floats and forgetting how to use chopsticks and sorrowful bones. Always in the back of your mind are memories and regrets. The lump in the back of your throat that comes with childhood nostalgia. It's writing in bad cursive and broken stained glass and hurting your foot because you walked barefoot on pavement. It's when you suddenly get chills and run out of milk.
3. It's death- and the feeling of black so dark it absorbs the light.
