Maybe I like what I am.. walk endlessly and have real conversations in my head.. with the people i can never talk to in real life.. cry until I get to sleep and have a lazy day.. Is this what humans call depression.. I don't know.. I feel after all depression is not a sad thing.. maybe it's something humans find solace in..and don't want to leave it..
Why does anyone need to face reality and accept things as what they are and move on.. is reality even real.. because i feel what happens to me is real than a theory of what it should be..
When being born.. watching the birds.. sitting under a tree... eating the fruits... smiling back at the strangers.. and dying on a fine day..
If this is something people call a dream.. where are we living then..
Life Live Live untill the day you die..
Real or not real