100 Word Sentence (pretty tough!)

Wandering home, feeling not precisely bad, but certainly not good either, all strung out on my own down tempo mood, oblivious to all the change of the surroundings that movements bring, cold, hungry, and scared that I was losing something vital inside me, I took the moment as a sign that life had finally and clearly come full circle and what I now was experiencing was, in fact, a shadow of the demon of my young adulthood, the depression or the ghost thereof (it is still so hard to distinguish the one from the other) that remains forever if unaddressed.