Another Sleepless Night

I was planning to write something about things I do today.
I was thinking about how a smallest, unimportant things makes me feel.
I was trying to embrace it and feeling it to the fullest.

...
But suddenly,
depression hits me.

Oh, I wish I have found a way to kick this monster out.
But everytime, I feel helpless.
I shouldn't feel that way.

At a time like this,
everything I do and everything I feel, all seems like a lie.
I'm trying to get out of my head, fighting the monster,
but everytime, I'm helpless.

No.
I'm not helpless.
I can't whine.
I can fight.

Yes.
Everything comes from nothing and back to nothing.
Everything is a void.
The present... the present is a void too. Illusion.
A whirlpool of lies.

No.
Reality is bright. Maybe it's too bright so it may looks like a void.
Emptiness.

But... But... That means... Reality is... empty?

I want to laugh, because that means... me, people, everyone, everyday we fight for an emptiness.
Nothing is more laughable.
.
.
.
My head is really a mess right now.


Till next post
-karasuhibari-