The Well

I seem to have fallen into the well of depression again.  It seems perfectly justified and yet completely irrational. I have all the reasons in the world to not be happy.  I have all the reasons in the world to give up and yet I know how embarrassed I'd be to share these reasons.  I know that no one would agree, even the pessimistic.  I know all this, so I sit quietly at the bottom of this well by myself and hope that no one notices I'm gone.  Just hope…  Because if they do, they'll also discover how little they care about it.  

So many of my heroes have fallen.  So many have carried me onto mountaintops and left me standing there all alone. They'd remind me in our time together that I should prepare for when they'd be gone.  I guess I never learned to predict their exits.  Where have they gone? I look at them now and they aren't who I thought they were.  Their eyes are empty and flawed.  Their superpowers exchanged for envy and weakness.  A cold mortality blankets them. Were they ever really there? 

Somewhere

- K. Sa 

The Aftermath of a Meltdown

And he says...

"If we continue to love each other all the day... we'll be okay."