A blanket that surrounds you.
Maybe a scarf.
The engulfing action of the red blue.
Seasons come and seasons go.
Yet your stunned, empty expression remains.
Falling fast, realizing slowly.
The place that you are in.
Strange auras of color.
Beautiful shapes that make you grin.
Yet your stunned, sad expression remains.
You want to be something. Win!
But you. Is all that you have.
You look for a reason to sustain.
To cover that sad hole that once had a vein.
Yet still. You remain stunned, sad and empty…
With an expression that you are no longer there.
A love letter to my dear depression.
