It had been a week, and yet nothing seemed different. He lay in bed, looking at the ceiling. His favorite books lay scattered around him, but he didn’t feel like reading. His favorite songs were near too, but they seemed as disinteresting as anything else.
“You need to get out of this phase, man!”
If only it were as easy as his friends made it out to be. They didn’t understand his depression, but then again, no one really could.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
24th April, 2018)