authenticlivingviabike:This warrior. This winter. Goes to war with us. Yet frozen fingers aside we
authenticlivingviabike: This warrior. This winter. Goes to war with us. Yet frozen fingers aside we recover. True depression comes from the unknown. From the darkness that is created and what the darkness brings. This madness of life we lay broken, held together by the light of day, yet at night these thinly bound bonds melt away and we are betrayed to the night. Confusion is caused by the catastrophic event of being totally helpless and often we stay, laying withered and flawed chasing away others as we wait to get back the sun. The night brings all to light just as the sun hides it all away. Forgotten are the fear, during the day we are suddenly subjugated to it beyond our sleeping arrangements, forced to look at the black dog through the winters nights, within deep ocular sockets. -- source link