...and we're so lucky to be depressed,
so unique,
because a whole world has been appeared to us
and we don't know what to do with it
because we're too depressed to do anything.
We are everywhere and nowhere,
we're in the middle of nowhere,
we are drowning in a black lake and people cannot see us because we're invisible, can you see it?
We are too depressed to be seen,
we're too depressed to make actions,
we're too depressed to exist.
Don't you see it?
YOU ARE READING
(Disorder)
PoetryΠοίηση χωρίς νόημα σαν κραυγές δίχως συνοχή. Κείμενα δίχως κανένα στίγμα λευκού, μόνο ένα μαύρο χάος που καταπίνει βίαια κάθε πηγή φωτός. Μην ψάξετε για κανένα ψήγμα ελπίδας, θα δυσκολευτείτε να το διακρίνετε μέσα στην άγρια σκοτεινή άβυσσο που επεκ...
