So This Is What They Call Depression
It's fascinating how,
Suddenly,
One can wake up and realize that
The world's NOT THE SAME as it was
Yesterday or
The day before;
That happiness is an
ACT,
Not an
EMOTION.
It was as if,
One night,
There were neon letters flashing over my head advertising an
All-you-can-eat buffet,
And a colony of
Enthusiasm-sucking parasites chanced upon me and said
"Yes, please,"
And all they left was dirty dishes.
Dirty Dishes.
That's all I am:
Dirty dishes that pile up beside
The sink
Until they become such an eyesore that
Some Poor Soul
Has to brave the scraps and debris left behind by
Previous Diners
Simply to rid their sink side of an
Unsightly blemish.
But who wants to spend precious moments of their
Oh-so-little time
Cleaning someone else's dirty dishes?
NO ONE.
So each piece of me is thrown into
The dishwasher
And they leave me to move on with their life because
YOU
ONLY
LIVE
ONCE.
Right?
Wrong.
You live everyday.
You Only DIE Once,
But that's logical
And we can't have that
Can we?
So they leave me in the dishwasher
Never
Thinking
Never
Caring
That some dishes
Aren't dishwasher safe.
And do you know what happens
To dishes like these?
They break.