Depression is black of a condemned home.
It sounds like silent screams after all the tears have fallen.
It tastes like the gristle in fatty steak tenderloin.
It smells like the damp, humid air after summer rainfall.
Depression feels like pricking your finger on a thorn, but the pricking never ends.
Happiness is yellow of sunflower petals.
It sounds like a baby's laugh.
It tastes like sweet strawberry jam.
It smells like the cool breeze on a summer's eve.
Happiness feels like the sun shining on your face at noon; the warmth beginning on the surface and slowly easing its way into your mind.
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I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
