Ever felt that deep compression near your heart?
Can normally change one’s complexion,
through a series of sad sensations that no one paid any compassion to.
I think that’s what they call depression.
Usually caused by a complete lack of expression,
or a held down passion expressing its non-satisfaction.
Maybe I need a reservation, on a suite, near a beach, with a drink, call it a vacation.
Surrounded by vegetation and far away from all this condemnation.
Sometimes I sleep to let time pass me by. Sometimes I sleep to not hear the shouts and arguments. Sometimes I sleep just to keep myself going.
