11 Oct Depression by Anire Juoritse

   Determination in his eyes everytime he awoke from slumber, he had series of unfinished write ups and poems. “I am a writer” he said to himself but dedication was what he lacked. He was an Epitome of success when it came to writing. He had lost his touch, he had lost his Trident which he uses to control a fountain of ink into poems. Inspiration wasn’t the problem, he could get an inspiration from anything even the birds in the sky. 

     Each time he saw the birds in the sky, he wanted to fly with them. They looked happy, and he wanted to feel that. He hadn’t felt that in a very long time. “I am lonely” he said, “I crave happiness” he felt. Bursting into tears, he remembered his past. The best way he thought of handling it was by shutting everyone out and being alone. He didn’t know how dangerous Loneliness was and how addictive it is. Once he saw how peaceful it was, he didn’t want to deal with other people anymore. He was stuck in a permanent phase which would take time before he gets past it. 

     Getting prepared for another sleep, he got a message that read “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER!” Loneliness had a way of creating a void in his reality. “Happy Birthday Brother” was all he needed to realise he was far gone into the abyss and tight shackles of loneliness.