The past is forever ingrained. Our reunions are inevitable.
Tag Archives: depression
HOW LOW I DROP
Days full of hope end with nights demanding acceptance. I resist by conceding my progress to unrealistic expectations.
JAGGED RELATIONS
warmth is obstructed by a thick glass pane. my shoulder blades have become a freight train. all it takes is a day to go insane if conditions line up like stars constellate. i don’t trust people who tell me that they care. it’s not their message or their medium. i’m emotionally impaired. in review ofContinue reading “JAGGED RELATIONS”
DIRTY UP MY SMOCK
when i rose , out of bed , it was past , 10 , yet i felt , like my limitations melted from my zen , . , microwaved , oats , went outside , took a breath , broke , bread , with a puppy and i felt like i had ri- , -senContinue reading “DIRTY UP MY SMOCK”
sort of
what is it to know sadness? i imagine a school with filled classrooms. scores of desperate, invalidated workers taking the exam that grants them the title of “depressed”. but that melancholy emotion is not confined to the borders of mental illness, so, naturally, there’s a multi-diverse claim to the throne. to say simply, we canContinue reading “sort of”
another round
366 days until we’re on the same date again. scores of people see this stretch differently. for one collective, it’s a fresh opportunity to hone in exercise habits. for their distant cousins, a chance to refine a diet in disarray. others might pick up a challenge to learn an unattempted skill, ward off an addiction,Continue reading “another round”
