I found solace in the dark, more than I found loneliness in the corners of my mind
and that has always comforted me to an extent; yet nostalgia walks this road too
my faithful companion as usual, never too far away if and when I need a hand.
Depression is like the weather; it comes and it goes, leaving you in a state
of never knowing when it will break you next or if it will at all?
Suffering can be almost non-visible to the naked eye, but not to your soul
because you’ll always have that anxious, gut-wrenching instinct. I believe so.
Hard to describe, this really is. Seven years and I’m still lost in translation
of what it really means, or what it does to your state of mind.
But I am certain, it changes everything about you.