How I feel about depression.

I picked a book today. I found it lying on the middle of a busy street. The cars flew by and blurred into different colors. Blue, green, red, white, yellow, green, blue. I stepped into the street, fearless, between the cars, and picked the book.

The cover was blurry. White and black. There was not a title, not an author and not color. I felt this pang inside, like my soul was troubled because something was really wrong. I opened the book and started reading. I understood. I understood why I was so scared. It was my life and it was gray. I had lost every color. They have run away with all my hopes and dreams.

I look around. The cars never stop. I feel trapped. I need air, but I can´t breath. I put away the book into my bag and get of the street. I stay on the sidewalk watching all the colors blur into one.

So now I live in scales of gray.