Everybody is depressed.

Everybody feels lonely. Empty. Bored. Exhausted. Unwanted. Unloved. Invisible.

And, let's not forget, everybody is the only one.

I was the only one. I still am. He's the only one. She is. The man with the beer is. The girl with the braces is. The woman with bags under her eyes is. That boy with the green hat is. The girl with the contact lenses is. The one with the orange boots is.

But still, we all refuse to open our eyes. We all are intent on wandering through our haze and our void, with our eyes glued closed the entire time.

Nobody wants to be saved really, because being lost makes us feel special.

Beacuse, god knows, this is MY blackness. Not yours.