This is how apathy goes:First, old joys become new sorrows.Then all your mornings in bed transcend into eternities.Your best friend no longer calls because the new self is unrecognizable.And your father. Your father feels unfamiliar because you are growing and he is not.

A voice from beyond the shadows wakes me up every morning.It tells me what to do, how to act and when to say things.This morning, a pain accompanied the voice.It came with no instructions.No manual.Just lay there on the soil of my heart.Contemplating for hours.Digging its roots deep.Etching its name into rock.

Chinazo had spent another night trying to eat her way out of this sinking placeeverything dissolved into a depression she had yet to understandas a sickness not a sadness.depression her mother had understood as the devil not a sadness.

Chinazo had spent another night trying to eat her way out of this sinking placeeverything dissolved into a depression she had yet to understand as a sickness not a sadness. Depression her mother had understood as the devil not a sadness.