A Sunset in Words
I note sunsets on bad days, and that’s pretty much everyday.
I was a quiet child, and for most of the deal, a quiet adult. Not in the sense of being silent, but never speaking up my mind.
I lived inside of my head, with all the goods and bads, I made all bad news sink into a river of forgetfulness, something that’s constantly pushed aside and never approached. My good news were celebrated, with a guilt-free, self-indulgent brief smile of pride. And from there I felt sheltered within myself, I had strong roots from which my strength could evolve.
Then life happened.
There isn’t really a safe coping mechanism with life, some blows are tolerable, and others make you breathe the air of death, or the wanting of it. We are constantly caught up between a life we have to live and the stars we want to hold, but some of us have this immense will to float: become weightless in a world full of harm.
Why depressed?
A question I’ve been asked a lot. There isn’t much to articulate, but some of us have their life structured a little bit differently. Not a fun thriller, but rather a twist of a tragedy. Sadness that isn’t theatrical, not a sad song or movie. It’s the claws that hang in the corner of the bed, and the weight that pulls down your smile, and the stifled tears and all of that.
There’s a spectrum of dark emotions, the ones that let you sink in them for as long as you can imagine. They live in the days when preparing a cup of coffee feels like a 1-hour run. We have all been there, but some of us live there, and that’s how we are never going to get along.
I was a quiet child, and for most of the deal, a quiet adult. Not in the sense of being silent, but never speaking up my mind.
I lived inside of my head, with all the goods and bads, I made all bad news sink into a river of forgetfulness, something that’s constantly pushed aside and never approached. My good news were celebrated, with a guilt-free, self-indulgent brief smile of pride. And from there I felt sheltered within myself, I had strong roots from which my strength could evolve.
Then life happened.
There isn’t really a safe coping mechanism with life, some blows are tolerable, and others make you breathe the air of death, or the wanting of it. We are constantly caught up between a life we have to live and the stars we want to hold, but some of us have this immense will to float: become weightless in a world full of harm.
Why depressed?
A question I’ve been asked a lot. There isn’t much to articulate, but some of us have their life structured a little bit differently. Not a fun thriller, but rather a twist of a tragedy. Sadness that isn’t theatrical, not a sad song or movie. It’s the claws that hang in the corner of the bed, and the weight that pulls down your smile, and the stifled tears and all of that.
There’s a spectrum of dark emotions, the ones that let you sink in them for as long as you can imagine. They live in the days when preparing a cup of coffee feels like a 1-hour run. We have all been there, but some of us live there, and that’s how we are never going to get along.
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