25 December 2012
My name? No one knows. I'm just a dream falling into darkness. A hope fading away like fog on glass. A mother now a widow, a child now an angel. I am not fear,no,I am much deeper than fear. I am living as much as I am dead. I am as small as the shadow of a mouse,yet as big as the universe. I am deep inside everyone. My job is depression. It's what I was made for.
Depression(first Story) • Opuss № I