i think
i sink
i find despair
so easily
like it’s in the pocket
i forgot to check
but
it’s there
no
matter
if i’ve forgotten
it
or if i am holding
it
close to my heart
eyes closed
breathing in
the familiar smell of
it
warming my cold hands
on
my
own
essence as it drips into
despair.
so i guess sadness is a sweater & despair is a bath? i sure like to immerse myself in my emotions.
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I always consider depression my itchy sweater, slightly too heavy for the day.
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You’re brilliant though
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thank you!
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What a wonderful picture you paint with your words and your inks. Seeing and feeling the emotions you describe so tenderly . The hearts in the wings make me wonder have they been there before, and if so how is it that i missed them.
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thank you ❤
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