Today

No one can truly grasp at what goes on for others. Sure we express ourselves through words, but often times language is blocked by the beating or breaking of our hearts and we must stop and just remain silent. Muted from our own lack of why what we thought was the ability to communicate - is - and always remains unable to attain our true definition of ourselves.

Depression is a myth. No I'm not saying it isn't real, nor people don't face it. I'm saying the societal concept of depression is utter crap. You cannot express that feeling, nor can you box it and throw it away. It is a mountain you can never climb, a sea you'll never be able to swim through. You cannot grasp it, nor can you think it. When you have it you don't want it, and when you don't have it, you cannot realize it.

Books on it are lies, for words in any language cannot maintain or capture it. It's not a photograph. It's not even a thing. It's a myth.

It only exists for those who experience it, and each experience is unique and horrible in and of itself. You cannot weigh it against another, nor can you combine it.

Hearts don't forget. They aren't like brains. Hearts ache and break, but unlike something you can take aspirin for, heart ache always remains. A memory for the rainy days where are hopes crash and we realize how meaningless everything feels again.

Often times I think to myself, if I am but a dot in the universe, at least someone poured white out all over me.