Depression: an absence of hope, filled with apathy, sitting in an empty house devoid of any colors
Sometimes I can hear a low rumbling drone, like a constant flow moving away from me,
but I can’t place it.
I can’t decipher or understand what this sound is, or where it is going,
but I want to go with it.
On the other side of these walls I know there are roads with people and noise.
I know, because I used to be a part of it
When the Sun left my mind at peace–
So tell me…
When was I left behind in an empty, noiseless city?