I don’t view depression as waves, at least not for me. My depression feels like white flakes in a snow
Open me, come open me. Open up my heart. Remind me where we came from by showing me the start.
I saw it in the heavens, in the stars. A host of new angels traveling somewhere far. Their flight was
Would you ever, if you never saw the stars. Learn to dream in the dark away from the light. Would
I see and read the struggle everyday. Our struggles, through the posts, they become a canopy. A hanging remembrance of
I figured out what rain was when I walked beneath your cloud. I walked around and saw droplets falling without
I am like a raging bull or a bull that is raging, I’m not sure. Here he comes tumbling toward.
My eyes set upon the sun that seems to run from something to come. It reminds me of a son