One mind

Depression can be a hard thing to handle, mopping around never knowing what to say. When I get depressed I look into clouds, as if they have the answer. This time of season the clouds seem to cover the sky, as if it's one solid mass of gray. The grey is so dulling making it hard to stay happy. This place is depressing, we haven't seen sunlight in forever, no one smiles any more, it's like being stuck at a funeral for hours on hours of your life. Sounds fill the air you can hear coughing coming from the other rooms, one girl is yelling on what sounds like three floors above you. The exhausting nature of this place is unbearable. It's hard to get a grip on life when everything is so dead around you. Nothing seems real, life has become so black and white. Still I look up to the clouds with hope, hope that some day the sun will shine down on us again and heal us from our depressions.