shattering
feels like a blankness that steps out of your body into depression
into a night of plainness and the curled feeling of sleep beneath the covers
as the simpleness of day to day life slips from your hand and you become the
absence, that being beyond the sleep and intoxication of mundane tasks
that can not see, feel, or touch anymore...
and then the years pass, and you find the spectrum slowly coming back to life.
Author notes
Its about depression that lasts years.
A contest entry
- disabilities and illness by Fay.
550 points, ended July 14, 24 entries
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thank you for entering and good luck. i like how you discribe it as a cycle, bucase for me i know it is, and i think for many others it is also.
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