depressed

The beautiful green fields stretched before me. I could smell the fresh flavour of the apple trees in bloom; birds sang their soft songs of love and flowers swayed gently in the breeze. As I walked I felt as light as the grass stalks gently dancing in the wind, and there before my eyes, under the soft shade of the apple tree, sat the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. Although I wasn’t touching her I could see that her skin was as soft as silk. Her long hair blowing gently in the wind reminded me of a lion, king of the beasts, shaking his proud mane. She beckoned to me, whispering my name with a voice like a harp being gently played.
As I reached out towards her, enchanted by her unnatural beauty, my eyes once again snapped open and I found myself staring at a blank wall. I had been having the same visions for weeks now, and at first I thought they held some kind of meaning, some significance, but now I realise they are simply a means of escape from this reality I’m living. Depression was a cruel thing, it could happen for many different reasons, but for me, I couldn’t understand the cause, couldn’t understand why it dragged me down it’s dark staircase, making me feel totally alone in this overpopulated planet. I couldn’t grasp my fantasies, I couldn’t embrace my realities, I was on a cusp, a world between heaven and hell, a demon in a angles body, an inbetween, a teenager………