I was so free of that decade of depression,
that I hadn’t thought of it outside distant memories.
Even in the middle of a war that I could only witness
I could still find stars through the gun smoke
but, to continue the metaphor,
at an odd hour the stars were captured by dark clouds,
and I was blanketed with that steady depressive weight.
As if to brighten the edges of contentedness,
and remind me to appreciate the marvel of the night sky
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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