To depression, for creating days without end by Melpyra, literature
Literature
To depression, for creating days without end
Wake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those qui
Liquor is one way out an'death's the other by grew-up-a-screw-up, literature
Literature
Liquor is one way out an'death's the other
The art of growing up,
is to pour shots of whiskey
into your coffee in the morning
to make it through
the day.
when all you want to do
is lie in bed
instead,
but there’s nothing
beautiful
about that
either.
I draw stuff and I bake but I mostly post my tiny knitted figures. I do humans as well as ponies but the design is different and I'm still working on a pattern I actually like. I don't get a lot of free time these days because real life but I'm open for commissions on a trial basis. Note me and we can probably work something out.