Oh, seasonal depression.
Oh my god, fucking seasonal depression.
You don’t really realize how lack of sun and warmth snaps the warmth out of your soul.
Until one day suddenly you’re flipping every single person off when you drive.
The time when ghosts love making their presence known and you go down every spiral your unhinged brain can make up.
Why? Because why not?
Every single thing is cold and it starts to travel deep within your bones. Reminding you of life’s pain that’s unsettling because it just stays.
Holding on for dear life to the promise of spring.
Though the mind is a battlefield in the cold.
There’s beauty in it.
The earth is quieter.
Sprinkled with pockets of light that makes your soul swell.
A reminder that the sun will burn brighter again.
-AR