Viscosity is one of those wonderful words that sounds and speaks much like it means to me. It doesn't flip off the tongue. It requires more effort, more intent to pronounce viscosity.

Depression always makes me think of trying to move through life dressed in a wet, wool blanket. Every effort is increased and life has an unrelenting cool dampness about it. You can't just try harder and get through. It accompanies you when you move and when you give up.

Those times when life is tuned less intensely, but still something resists you are well described as moments of high viscosity. Some relationships are viscous.

Our Viscosity

Viscous interactions
Entwined emotions

I would want to leave
I would desire relief

Such effort defines
Our togetherness