Emory's Diaries

In my deepest melancholic mood, when my appetite ceases for food. When I can hardly get an hour's sleep. When I'm tempted for nothing to weep. When I can scarcely retain a smile. When happiness goes a distant mile away from my world of emotions. I veer off from my own commotions, when I journey through my own feelings to get the best of inner healings. Positive conquest takes center stage as it defuses my inner rage. I am renewed with positive thoughts as my inner melancholy rots. I simply relive my happiest days, as my memory the good times replays. I think of my friends and family, and the good times we spent happily. I retain my uplifting memories which I penned down in Emory's diaries.