My brother likes to go outside, I haven't really figured out why. But right now it's just him and I sitting out back watching our dogs. I can hear the humming birds flapping their wings quickly. And I can hear the creatures of the night still stirring about in the early morning. I love the way the trees look right around now, when the sun glistens upon their leaves. It's mysterious and looks very pleasurable. I want to run far in this forest around me, the untainted beauty still surrounding. It's nice that there's still something pure left and it's not all a manufactured mess. Wow, this makes me sound so depressed. But, I guess that's a rightful approach to give off. However, I am at peace sitting out in the heat and watching the sunrise and the creatures scurry by. I guess I do know why he likes it out here so much. Anyway I hope you get out of this ruck, if you're even still reading these things that I write. I don't know, but I'm still trying with all my might.
YOU ARE READING
Depression Is My Kryptonite
ŞiirA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
