not in pain,
not in love,
neither sad,
nor happy
but it's turbulent.

painted smiles
falsified talks
made up things
nothing ebbs out
from infinite void

emotions in commotion
efforts in vain
decisions in dilemma
life in lacuna
everything in desolute
seems delicate as a bubble

I wonder how much
more inhuman
can human
minds
be?

Writer's note: Hope everyone can crack the vanity of depression. Stay strong, stay beautiful.