Honeybee
"Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, with open arms and open eyes." It's hard to describe the void. The void that can take any of us at any time, it resides in all of us it's just a matter of who is unlucky enough to have it worse. A twisted spin the wheel and win a prize. But the prize is depression. deep. dark. clinical. Doctors shake their heads at you, not believing, medleys of mind-numbing pills. It saps everything from you yet I hear them say "I could never." "No matter what it always cheers me up." "Nothing could take my love for it away." Maybe it's better to be numb, that way you can't feel the sadness, the world-view shattering feelings of looking at that something, that one thing you love more than anything. And feeling absolutely nothing. The realization taking you whole that even the thing you love most in the world can't begin to scratch the surface of the void inside. But, every so oft...