“Can you hear them weeping from behind the rains?” 

Time: 0128
Date: 04/03/08

As the dotted silver threads descends from the heavens
A woman adorns, finds love and celebrates at it’s prevail
Lover’s call, the heavens heed but only ‘the vanish’ can truly seize
Can you hear them weeping from behind the rains?

The rain is a splendor tear and greatness of God’s glory
But relate naught to the tales of love’s story
As tears have withered their eyes which mirrored her loveliness
And rinsed their lips which she sweetened with her every kisses

What do they do, all remain at the edge
Tolerating the blackened depth as the tears mist onto their heads
Mile upon mile the emptiness is voluminous
Like their soul, lighthearted, remote and frosted with iciness

Are tears a bitter potion to heal their own lost lover’s illness?
Or a sweet concoction, a lover’s cup that she fashioned with her own sacred tears?
Their silly withered eyes quest naught but for the never coming parry
One hand that their life will only hold to or fall hopeless to the tragic lover’s quarry

” … just as it is normal to feel gloomy because your pet has left you, it is also normal for a unmarried man to be left by their girlfriend and suffer 5000 different kinds of panic … “ 

Many have told me that ganja has good medicinal properties. In fact, some has recommended me ganja other than the prescribed antidepressants such as Prozac – not like the placebo would do any good either. I am treading quite gingerly here since I am neither a doctor nor a psychiatrist. But I do know half a dozen people who have been on ganja in recent years, and one who can’t get off his intoxicated state about it. All of the ganja people were mildly depressed because of the things life sometimes hauls at you: being single, losing love and hope, childless and approaching 40; losing a parent; going through a particularly unpleasant divorce; being sacked. What was obvious in all of these cases is that none of these people involved was ill.

They were depressed in the way that we all get depressed: that is, ticked off in a big way and feeling pretty sad temporarily. What they should have done was (a) talked to someone , (b) gone on holiday or (c) move to the Sahara.

There are tens of thousands of people with all sorts of illnesses out there and there are people who couldn’t function without medication. But there seems to have been a dramatic increase in people thinking they’re ill when they’re not.

A discussion I had with a junkie friend was fascinating and often moving, but I kept wishing that he would see the light and be pointed out that what was being described as post-break up depression by many single losers was in many cases simply normal – feelings that were disconcerting and unexpected but commonplace. As with other forms of depression, we seem to have forgotten how to differentiate between a severe and unusual problem and a little, normal one.

The fact of the matter is, just as it is normal to feel gloomy because your pet has left you, it is also normal for a unmarried man to be left by their girlfriend and suffer 5000 different kinds of panic once she’s left you and he realizes the magnitude of the situation: the world looks like it’s going to collapse, he doesn’t know why he’s crying and he is stuck with this emptiness until his dying day.

He is half thrilled and half hyperventilating with fear and those feelings don’t subside for weeks or even months. It’s terrifying. The thing is, it is also normal, and feeling like that doesn’t automatically make anyone depressed. If it is a problem, then it is a problem that every single loser in the world will have experienced at some point.

I believe in the superiority of talking over anything else, and not just the professionally delivered version. I wonder how many people would still define themselves as depressed if their friends and family sat down and talked to them about how they felt, rather than zipping their mouth and brains, and rolling them a tube of ganja.