Anhedonia

I write to ignite, but I know that I am dealing in an imaginal intuitive space. That is why I write in a space that no one sees. Today I am dealing with a depressive haze that makes movement and thought evolution less powerful. I take this day and feel like all spirits on earth have walked away. I am nothing, and never will be. I have no right to even form hypothesese about people who are not me. It is a starling and crow ("witchery professions") attack that leaves me paralyzed and hopeless. There is no space where this will eventually be over. No place for happiness for me and any other entity. Evil in the hearts of men will not let go. Everyone doth just ebb and flow and I am left on my knees. A brilliant countryside or the haze of an english maze is not keen on my senses. I have had the only true anhedonia on the planet. The air of witchcraft on my shoulders constantly with the exhaustion of satanistic attack leaves me in a space and place where it is best to not even speak. Enough said.