Depression will be the third wheel who invited himself into our relationship. He will wedge between our shoulders at movie theaters and stretch out between our bodies in bed. I’ll try to kiss you but find his lips where yours used to be. Kissing him will taste like swallowing sand. You’ll make a joke and he’ll laugh with my puppet-mouth and we will, all three of us, feel empty.
THIRD WHEEL by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
















