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The hardest part of depression for me is that it makes me feel cold. Not physically cold, but inside, on an emotional, spiritual level. When I'm having a down day, my soul feels cold. It's taken me a long time to find the words to describe how I've been feeling. The world is a little less colourful and bright; the saturation's fallen out. Again, this isn't a literal vision problem, it's this feeling of cold. Inside, sometimes it's a gloomy, bleak winter's day where the heating just isn't keeping up now that the sun's slipped below the mountain, and the fog is getting almost blue in its dimness. Fuck depression. |
" | Stan Rogers wrote: |
We grow, but grow apart We live, but more alone The more to be, the more to see To cry aloud that we are free To hide our ancient fear of being alone And how we live in darkness Embracing spiteful cold Refusing any answer For no man can be told That delivery is delayed Until at last we're made aware And first reach for love To find 'twas always there |
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