Smooth Passages Express

How are you holding on? Yes, I won't ask you if you are okay or how are you because I know deep inside that you are not okay. That no amount of "I'm fine" can hide the hollowness inside you. It doesn't matter if it's about your family, friends, lover, or any thing. The point is you are hurting. There will be times when you are smiling with your friends, reading about politics news, or lying when all of a sudden a pinch of sadness brings you to tears. And you will do all your might to fight it. Put the box at the back of your mind even just for an hour. Please, just until I fall asleep. Please, even just after I meet with my friends. Please, just please, put it back. Fair warning, there will be times when you can't feel anymore. When all the pain feels like a natural layer of yourself. You'll think that you are finally getting better, putting your shits together and all, but you are not. Be careful, because that is the time you are most vulner...

People get depressed. They get lonely, sad, and critical in ways not everyone can understand. How many times did you cried yourself to sleep? How many times did you feel so incomplete and hollow that it almost felt unreal? Some romanticizes depression as if it's a trend. But it's not. There's nothing sweet or beautiful in being depressed, maybe after you successfully passed all the demons and darkness wanting to caved you, but never while you are drowning with thoughts even science can't stop. Nobody understands because nobody knows when the attack will happen. Nobody knows because you don't want to,because talking is suffering and suffering is the emptiness from within. This is for you. This is for the people who laugh but bleeds inside. For those who are lost and stucked. May you dream of tomorrow and not being gone by tomorrow. I know your pains.