¹⁵They are the living dead, they swim in the Styx under a silver moon,¹⁶they ceased crying long ago, they are the Gray.

But, I know depression. The cold, hard truth of it has given me empathy. I sincerely believe that everyone, even assholes, are doing the best they can. I know I’m not the only one carrying an invisible weight. Everyone suffers. Everyone.

I watched a boy chase a butterfly.

It was getting dark and hard to see — 

He was far from home and lost his way

when the butterfly landed in my tea.