Images and thoughts dancing around her mind
She read something today,
Put the negative thoughts in a box, or imagine a wall up
She wondered if that helped

She wondered what the taste of depression was,
She decided it didn't have a taste. Tasteless. She felt like that was the saddest taste there was.

She couldn't yearn the feeling of flavor and texture combining to make something worth savoring but she felt like her body remembered, and it longed for its return.

She wondered how long she would be like this. The joy of taste being absent from her day, or recent memory. She hoped it wouldn't be long.