Tea For Three

There is no time like this time, but this time is no time... for all time is past time. It has been quite awhile since I have removed my head from the hole it has been violently and relentlessly encased. I'm still walking amongst the dead and sleep addled dead lights... how could one walk amongst the living in a world such as ours? The past two months have been agonizing... I've been stricken down by the mighty blessing of depression. True, depression is nothing new to me... but this level of such certainly is a path I've never tread upon. Nothing has been accomplished or attempted, except knotted hair and lying in bed continuously. Things became so problematic, that I forced myself to go on some medication... the success leaves much to be desired, but I am here for the moment. Precious moments. The desperation and hopelessness have seemed to fade somewhat, but desire and drive are far from returning... stale biscuits and empty picnics laughed as they rolled away. Still, we press on... on and on and on. The ridicule and sighs of contempt are soothing... I am pleased to hear the disapproval of my return and survival. I dare not spoil the moment with a prolonged visit... the hush shall return within a moment. I suppose for the first time in months, I felt as if I actually had something to say... and perhaps the need to utter something other than internal commentary.