ShukaDunn

Many may say they're experienced some amazing things, but I know that not a single one of them have seen what I've seen. Those people who claimed to have seen things as rich as gold and as beautiful as a Luna Moth have seen nothing. After what I've seen, the sight of my own, true world is dull - boring. It lacks the greatness that my eyes have previously seen. The other night - it was purely.. amazing. The smells and tastes of that other world also leave this one just as dull and boring. And my muscles ache to move with such grace among the foliage. My tongue burns to taste that sweet, juicy fruit that hangs from the trees and brush. And the

Depression haunts the soul like a plague - a nasty, gut-churning disease that swamps the living mercilessly. I am a victim of this plague, a troubled spirit of the disease. However, this nasty sickness comes with a slight pro against cons. When you are so depressed that all the pain and suffering is so great, not even death looks like the light at the end of your tunnel, the beautiful world of art and love can be the most welcoming places of all. Unfortunately, for most stuck in a cycle of repetitive pain, finding this place is extremely difficult - sometimes impossible. I wish I could help others, I wish I could help myself. I wi