[β.s0] Dear depression

[chalcedony_starlings]

Dear visceral depression and related adversarial phenomena:

You can make me cry involuntarily. (Empirically speaking.)

You can lock down my coarse motor controls for another two and a half hours because I'm not allowed to get out of bed yet. (I'll have to find a way to either undermine this or maybe set up my sleep cycle so you don't get the insomnia-synergy.)

You can't make me not a dragon.

I'll claw at you every time. May my beaks rend your causality to scraps and dust.

Screech-peckfully not-yours,
Metiagon Efydd, Premchaia Teneb Geminorum