Feeling depressed, you wont understand +poem

10/11/2009

(Let me prep this by saying my "depression" is not to be compared to my Friend Kate, (hugs you Kate) or my friend T (hugs you T) who are going through real life pain.)


My Boston Red Sox lost.
We are out of the playoffs.
I wont see them again play in a meaningful game for 174 days.
My best friend just got thrusted into hybernation.
What am I going to do without my RedSox?


The Independent Leaf’s last moments
10-11-2009
Jonathan

A colorful leaf falls lonely to the soft bed of green
Lying helpless, wishing to be carried off to a loving and caring family
Knowing there was no Turning back, drank all the nutrient it could
Being independent, knowing there’s no depending on the wood

Fly
Fly
Fly
Waving good bye

Here comes a laun mower
I wish it was a leaf blower
I’m being helplessly sucked in, I have no friends
My leaf, my vains and my stem being schretted, this is the end

Die
Die
Die
Being creamated alive, my ashes lie