Perceptions

Again, another wandering lost in depression stream of thoughts.

Perceptions of reality,
  past,
    present,
      and future
Are marred by
  longings,
      and fantasies
  of
freedom,
  love,
    serenity
      and
  peace.

Dreams of
    Someday
        maybe . . .
    Someday
          when. . .
    Someday
            if . . .

Infinitely easier
  to cope with
    this someday,
      but
  what of now?

Facing each day,
  plodding,
    steadily trudging
  from dawn till
        dusk.

No longer searching,
  or caring.
    just being.
      empty,
        alone,
          afraid,
    and
Ever dreaming
    of
      someday.

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