Would be nice if depression gave you an itinerary. Arriving at 6am on Jun 24; leaving 7 pm August 10th. My life just doesn’t work that way.
Depression comes with no warning. Slips it’s hands around my waist. Nuzzles my neck. Whispers in my ear.
All those bitter nothings. That I am nothing. And never will be.
Speaks in absolutes. Bitter truths.
I promise myself.
But orange rims the eastern sky.
What if . . . no . . . no ever again.