today i woke up depressed. / The need to do absolutely nothing was present. / Hopelessness sat on the very bones. /I ran. / I ran not with the intention to better my health but to get away from depression. / I made it into a short race. / I skipped breakfast and migraines and exhaustion and… I ran until i was out of breath. / I ran until i could no longer feel depression breathing down my neck. / I ran until i felt the ache of my joints and a different kind of exhaustion. / A pleasant one. — catloverr[Read more…] about Depression Opression
I dreamt of the devil. . .And he was arrogant…
And he was a giant looking down on humanity… And humanity was looking down on him.
But he merely saw us as ‘children‘ playing in the battlefield and laughed. And then when we pleaded for mercy, he laughed again…
because he knew he was right all along.
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“Romans often put coins in the mouths of the dead. The coins were your fare for crossing the River Styx which blocked entry to the underworld. You also needed some honey cakes to feed Cerberus, the three-headed dog that guarded the entrance to the land of the dead.”
—The Pocket Book of Death, Morgan Reilly
A nostalgic memory haunts me.
It laces around my veins and squeezes tight.
There’s no pictures or sounds…
But the sensations are overpowering.
A conspiracy between psyche and body yet no clear answers to be found.