In my pursuit of sanity, I found it but didn't expect what it would be like. A joy i didn't know existed. Merely because of the absence of sorrow. I wanted to share the feeling with someone, anyone. But nobody believed me, let alone were able to feel it. I grew frustrated. It had to come out of me somehow. I threw together a makeshift plan. With awkward tears in my eyes I went to the most crowded park I knew of. I handed out flowers to everyone without saying a word. One lady cried with me and said it was her first flowers. She asked me why and I just shrugged. It satiated me for a while. But im feeling the hole again. Being depressed for so long sure makes you do weird things.