For bare feet feeling the soft green grass;
For bare hearts ready for the ultimate summer love.
Am I going through the grief cycle and finally hit the depression stage, where I sit
I’m tired from the preparations and anticipations of rejection.
There are things to do: chores, errands, but I feel like sitting here doing
I sit here watching YouTube, searching for the meaning of
Depression? Maybe, but I feel fine as long as you don’t ask me to do
Depression, except yesterday was okay.
A hug, a touch, a familiar voice, I feel alive,
Silence brings apathy on a summer’s day where the ground feels warm beneath my
Where I see green grass, blue skies, and children chasing the ice cream truck.
Barely acknowledging, barely aware, where I feel I could burst into song or