Depression Is My Kryptonite

Writing

A tapping sounds against the blank paper as I disregard the lead pencil in my hand and travel through the caverns of my severely chaotic mind,

And without looking back I step into the disarray of thoughts my jumbled mind taking control of my hand and guides through the strokes of artwork,

Imperfection at its finest of work as I whisk through the papers and continue to indulged in my delusions and fantasies of a world far beyond my reach

And vivid imagery makes it way to the front of my mind and I can practically feel the icy chills of winter run down my spine along with the warmth of someone wrapping their arms around me,

An unwitting character is created as the vicious lead of the pencil rapidly jots down the features to accessorize the tortured past and future for each participant of the tale,

Who takes turns screwing up and fabricate their new paths as they take on a life of their own without the permission of their inventor as they stroll past their newly formed lives

Of their author's creation, stomping on the time and dedication spent reveling in the most complex play out of their lives only for them to run off of the page to create their own

In slow motion, as if they are trying to strike the most painful feeling in the punches to the face that no one else but I have sent my own way with my lively work,

The irony is almost too much to bear as it leads me down a dark abyss full of empty places and already traveled roads and, discovered destinations

And backhand me as I spoil the most unfathomable proposals and lead myself to a dead end of fragmentary actions, switching

Between the demise of my cherished antagonist to completely finish the story and put every unanswered question to rest or dissolving the treacherous life of an innocent bystander and

Continue my tired fable until the story gives into its own quietus and releases its attachment to this world to lead itself into another dimension to be built newly by a new inventor,

While I ponder the speechless description of my flawed and dedicated character's parish, my vessel tries to take over once more and continue its struggle through the tedious process

By myself now and lay my hyper brain to rest again.