It's one of those days. Where you sit alone by the world, confined in your own thoughts of depressive disconnection. It seems that no one can touch you and you feel that the world is as bitter as your heart. From sadness comes the frustration of wanting to get out of it without the avenue. No amount of entertainment can suave the feelings of it. All you can think of is dark and cold. Mild depression sets in.
There is hope and beauty. But it's so boring. It is lost in meaning through these cold eyes. Love tries to come through but it's held back by the lack of reception. Like a savior rejected by the troubled. Lost souls perish. Darkness overflows.
This is all but temporary. It will pass like a phase. But in the meantime. Observe as it passes by drenching it's surrounding with lost and despair. The gain and damage. Some forgivable, Some irreversible. No matter how hard. No one truly understands. Just...
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