Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts– Penelope Sweet
Spin me in circles, I can’t see the ground. Spin me in circles, don’t let me fall down. Spin me in circles, count one, two, three. Spin me in circles, but don’t let me see. Spin me in circles, cause’ that’s where I’m going. Spin me in circles, there is no more knowing. Spin me in circles, before my bones break. Spin me in circles, don’t make my mistakes. Spin me in circles, before my scars...
This darkness consumes all. Like a living and breathing manifestation, sought to make us not see, to not think, sometimes even to not breathe. In all of this darkness, the truth is… people change. The well-revised, and pulled together girl down the street, may turn into the tearful and worried lady at night. It happens to me, this I am for certain. Life is sort of a Masquerade. We all put on...
So, here’s a basic attempt to start, and keep, a blog! I hope all goes well, knowing me I’ll probably disband the idea later on, if I can’t keep up with updating on a regular basis. As was said, hopefully all goes well. Cheers, Tyler!