i look into your wall
i made a nosy presumption
that maybe you are
suffering from
what i am suffering.
depression. anxiety. extremes.
everything about happiness
is not in my body.
i am not sure of about your story.
even the world seems
like a tunnel of silence
i can hear you.
my eyes are source of water.
too much water...
no advice to preach out.
since,
i am full of my
depressed-self, too
this is (so) dismal.
i thought i was living alone.
i thought i was the only unprofessional human.
then there was you,
deep rest.