Illustration to Milton`s Comus, William Blake
Por favor cariño, no intentes culpar a la distancia de tu miserable cobardía.
About Depression.
In my experience, depression is not a dark place, on the contrary, it’s a light. A room full of a constant blinding light that doesn’t let you see the things in front of you clearly, you can’t see love or care, it numbs all your senses, makes you feel like you’re floating in this weird place where everything is slower and hopeless, while burning every inch of yourself, of your life, and it may seem like you don’t feel anything but in reality everything hurts deeper.
