Zero. A poem. Posted bystevestillstandingJune 29, 2017Posted inPoetry, WritingTags:Alone, Blog, Blogging, Depression, Hope, loneliness, lonely, poem, Poetry, Writer, Writing So much to hope for The world turned I was still alone Expectations counting down to 0 Share this:TweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by stevestillstanding I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say... View more posts
I guess we relate because we’re sad and depressed. Which is sad, but good in some ways. It’s a point of connection. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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Why is it that everything relatable is almost always sad and depressing?
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I guess we relate because we’re sad and depressed. Which is sad, but good in some ways. It’s a point of connection. 🙂
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