The art of emptiness .

  People say when one is depressed one has no imagination. It’s a cave a dark pit with no exit. It’s as if one has wandered into Walmart and can not find the exit. That there is no value in it and no way out. Well when the tears come so does the wild imagining arrive. Bold colors a deep longing for connection. Even trees suffer depression. The need is personal and a need to clutch it close to feel. Become worst at articulating the imagery of despair sadness aloneness.