As a person who has received through genetics and upbringing the lot of depression, I have come to experience in my relatively short life quite a good deal of melancholy. Days in which I am not dead, but not quite alive, and not sure how much longer I want to be. While this has been my curse it has also been my blessing. On my good days, I am alive. Alive and aware of how wonderful it is to just have that.

I Do Not Need My cell phone Another packet of sugar in my coffee The latest and greatest, still smelling of shrink wrap Her approval But These I Might Need The potential and promise of seeds A few moments to hold your warmth and feel your skin next to mine The peace of a bike ride by the ocean at night Space to be alone with thoughts Your quiet...