Depression and The Five SensesI. Depression smells like cigarette smoke.More Like This
Its tendrils wrap around my mind and cloud my clear thinking.
It makes my throat burn,
With words I wish I could scream.
Depression smells like your old coat, hanging up in the hall closet.
The same coat you came home in
When your lungs finally collapsed in on you.
I wonder if a mind could do that.
Collapse in on itself.
Until there is nothing but smoke and the dark murk
Of late night thoughts.
Depression feels like walking out into a frozen over lake.
And falling through the fragile ice.
Between the dark and the light
Inside of my mind.
Suddenly everything is suspended.
I am drifting.
My mind is numb with frost bite.
Who knew I could be this cold?
Depression sounds like a completely silent room.
When the only thing that makes a noise
Is my thoughts.
Suddenly, every emotion is amplified by the quiet.
Silence is a perfect canvas for questioning everything about your existence.
Moments like this make me feel
As if I am not even real.
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Tomorrow feels like it's going to be a big day. I feel restless, agitated, anxious and nervous. I feel sleepless, but on the bright side my tired mind has driven me to start doing things that I've been wanting to do for a long time now.
A great deal of my time lately has been filled by work. There is always more to do, and always more I should be doing, and I truly enjoy turning myself to it. It's a great distraction from the world sometimes.
But I also want to focus more on the world. Turn my attentions. Spark my own curiosities.
There is so much to do nowadays. I am glad to do it. But there is always more.
For now I've left my features as they are, but I -have- been look