Depression

Depression

stands to gain nothing. she creeps, a silent shadow craving

to be heard. what does she say? nothing at all. she stands on bridges, stands watching you from far away, a true light being seen as a shadow, a demon. she is told she is something to deal with, something to shun. away, away. Depression is not her real name. She doesn't even like that word. She is cosmic mother, she is the watcher within the weather, the great storm bringer, the reliever of shame, the bright sword. Her love is beyond any human comprehension. She is Psyche, she is longing to play with mud, calling you home to your self. She calls with the wind. She is calling.

"Ancient Mother,

Daughter of Moonlight,

Keeper of Wisdom,

Mother of Stone"

- Vegas Vortex