I still picture a morning when you were still here... You were sitting with a cigarette while chasing a beer. And you were watching the rain pour outside my porch screen... Looking so damn lost... Yet so damn serene.
Some days I wake up feeling okay. I am productive and genuinely fucking happy. Then out of nowhere... it hits. Depression. Depression is like standing alone in a gray fog of nothingness, in the middle of nowhere, and suddenly being hit by a semi. I can go from feeling on top of the world to … Continue reading Sometimes I Drive