Cramp

Let's let out and rise. Shake it out shake it out she's just like the weather it's cutting down the family tree in-between you and me she wants to be alone and together with you.

open up the ages darling. Tap tap tap pow pow pow chatting chatting chatting cause it's burning in the blood line smoooooooth I wanna give it all

The interesting thing about depression I've read lately is, well once it were called beautiful. That note I disagreed in my sick stance reading it and thinking why. But now, things change. I decide perhaps it is. The ugly part is how exhausted you feel-like there is end to life but you have to continue feeling that end and there is no escape. But also, you see beyond what others see too. It's not magic, perhaps realism. Of course you are so blind as well but sometimes in it all you get those second lasting rare moments when everything seems ok, or it all just makes sense. It's like a drug. Pop pop pop. Argh argh argh. Mmmmm. Second gone. Done. And that will make your day, or hour. It depends. I don't know how long that can be the source of your day, it's agonising and stale too. Count on your hands the things which are good and it does help to bring it all back. Self assured, not in words, in mind. Ahhhhhhhh like a fizz pop beer can soda. 

Let's let bones sink and I'll find my place. Bones get worse, have got worse and creaky. how low can you go? how low can you go?... get up. get up. get up. do something!