The Mood.

It blows in softly, surreptitiously searching for its next sacrifice. It distracts me with laughter while it eases stealthy fingers around my neck. Its grip becomes a vice, snapping me from my relaxed trance into a minefield of über-irritation, set off by invisible trip wires attached to everyone around me. It sucks the life from my lips, leaving a vile attitude in its place. It toys with me, yo-yoing me back and forth from the brink of emotional abyss to the peaks of giddiness. And then it retreats to the shadows, waiting...lurking...until...

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