on depression

and there will be days where all of a sudden there is no such thing as an emotion, whereas dreams become clouded and the smile you once had seeing the rays of light after a storm becomes nothing but a stoic face

and the neighborhood you once ran across for fitness becomes the one thing you avoid, so you turn to the only emptiness to comfort the darkness

whether it’s a pitch black day underneath your eyelids, a bottle or two of wine, or the sounds of your own heart beating itself to sleep, you have the bleak stare of the gray  peaking beyond the shadows

sometimes farther than usual
sometimes closer than the sun


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