The waiting for a text back seems like eternity.
The constant short and curt texts have led to overthinking.
The recognition that you have been ghosted has a different sense of disappointment that sits deep within your mind.
Disappointment is a feeling that leaves behind a sense of self reflection that leaves a longing numbness.....

It’s hard to wake up and start another day without being terrified of it.
The forever feeling of uneasiness.
The thoughts, that lead you down a rabbit hole of intrusiveness.
The feeling of wanting to escape..... to find some grasp of reality.
To obtain your sanity...... whatever left you can recover.

It cuts deep when you expect a person to stay in your life and the next moment they are nothing but hazy memories. It hurts as if someone slapped you across the face with a thousand thorns.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service...... the message can not be delivered..... account can not be found. It’s the act of flight and disappearing that cuts deeply in us..... it’a the ability for that person to just walk away so easily, as if, we are a mini phase in their life.

What is love?
What is this concept that we all search for?
What is love.... the thing that people crave and give?
Love... that has so many meanings, languages, shapes, and forms.

Depression..... what can I say about this entity that resides in many, including myself. I am one of those suffering from it's dreadful grasp.
Depression.... is a viscous, controlling cycle that I can't seem to find myself breaking out of.
Depression.... has made me feel trapped within my sorrows, as if I am struggling to breathe. This is body of despair has made me feel alone, desperate, for someone to understand me. It has had me crave understanding and care from someone.... anyone!
Depression.... it continues to eat at me. It continues to make me withdraw from others and myself. It's a viscous cycle that I am trying to crawl myself out of.