Translating thoughts to words

We connect in an irrational way… We never meet, never talk… Yet on a morning tea or at some evening walk… We think of each other… This connection, without a relation… From my thought to yours…from your heart to mine… Stays…even without our acknowledgement…or resentment… This illogical link defies the common statute of relations…

The levels of feeling low… Have tried to analyze them… The intensity depends on how much it affects you, the daily chores of your life… To what extremes it leads your thoughts… How difficult it becomes to smile, manage your social life… The optimism streak…how slender it starts to appear… And…how hopeful you still are… The levels of feeling low… Have tried to analyze them… Only to understand what keeps us alive… What holds us though the journey…both high & low…