As if all I do
Is wander around
And weep into the rain
When I really feel blue
To my bed I am bound
As that is my real domain
Grey Days
I love
walking
on grey days
The raindrops
land on my face
and mingle with
my tears
Hiding them
from prying
eyes
(Originally Posted 02.05.2019)
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
A very poignant depiction of depression and how we mask our inner turmoil behind that surface veil. The raindrops / teardrops mixing as one conceals the other was a powerful image! ❤
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It’s such bondage.
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That would have been a much better title 👍🖤
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Ha, I didn’t think of that.
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😁😁🖤
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Oh my god yes
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👍🖤
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