Dark and brooding

One of these dark clouds has been hovering over my mind all of a sudden. Origin is again mysterious, just feel tense and down.

Maybe it will pass, maybe it won’t …………………..

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;

To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;

To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;

To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates

From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;

by Percy Bysshe Shelley in Prometheus Unbound

Let hope emerge from the wreck and we shall see.