Depression:
Dictionary definition: a depressed or sunken place or part; an area lower than the surrounding surface.
sadness; gloom; dejection.
My definition: You know of sadness in the world and are super sensitive to it. It washes over you and carries you with its own current. It is an energy that is relentless and refuses to let you break free. 
How to fix it:
Internet: take drugs.
Me: Talk to someone and have a laugh. 

My favorite poem of all times- The Lady of Shalott

In the stormy east-wind straining, 
The pale yellow woods were waning, 
The broad stream in his banks complaining. 
Heavily the low sky raining 
Over tower’d Camelot; 
Down she came and found a boat 
Beneath a willow left afloat, 
And around about the prow she wrote 
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse 
Like some bold seer in a trance, 
Seeing all his own mischance — 
With a glassy countenance 
Did she look to Camelot. 
And at the closing of the day 
She loosed the chain, and down she lay; 
The broad stream bore her far away, 
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white 
That loosely flew to left and right — 
The leaves upon her falling light — 
Thro’ the noises of the night, 
She floated down to Camelot: 
And as the boat-head wound along 
The willowy hills and fields among, 
They heard her singing her last song, 
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy, 
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, 
Till her blood was frozen slowly, 
And her eyes were darkened wholly, 
Turn’d to tower’d Camelot. 
For ere she reach’d upon the tide 
The first house by the water-side, 
Singing in her song she died, 
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony, 
By garden-wall and gallery, 
A gleaming shape she floated by, 
Dead-pale between the houses high, 
Silent into Camelot. 
Out upon the wharfs they came, 
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, 
And around the prow they read her name, 
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here? 
And in the lighted palace near 
Died the sound of royal cheer; 
And they crossed themselves for fear, 
All the Knights at Camelot; 
But Lancelot mused a little space 
He said, “She has a lovely face; 
God in his mercy lend her grace, 
The Lady of Shalott.”

Forlorn

A window of anguish opens,

And memorizes my eye with tears.

Upon the wall, time seems to stand still.

And harmonises all agony with my breath.

Upon the dappled wall your picture

In the closet some relics of a love

Upon the night the dismal shadow

Of a remembrance

Beloved loneliness of fluttering its wings;

Along am I or am I not? 

Awaiting December.

Those moments,

Are yet awaiting, at portals of thought.

In the coolness of December,

Thousands of years ago.

The promise of your lip,

Had kissed the hand of my desire

And upon the other side,

With dreams and tears

Had set stars upon my being

And beckoned to the,

Protection of my soul

Even ow, in the chill on the breeze

One sees

The web of your words

The soft tickle of your laughter

And the finger of your thought

Still wipes away the red beads

Off my heart. And sighs

Upon the wide canvass of emotion

Paint the vision of your acquaintance

Bemoan your anguish!

Where are you?

Upon the scorching byways.

And alleys of life.

December yet awaits you.

-A poem by Dr. Abrar Umer

-Merrie xox