Posted by Phil on October 19, 2014, at 18:04:05
For one, she is the only person on the planet that could put depression into words. Like this.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading treading till it seemed
That Sense was breaking throughAnd when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum
Kept beating beating till I thought
My Mind was going numbAnd then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space began to toll,As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, hereAnd then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing then
"Whats wrong? Nothing. Well, it takes more energy to frown than it does to smile. Yeah, you know it takes more energy to point that out than it does to leave me alone? Bill Hicks
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