Your eyes are letters you never send out. I would ask you why, but I know better. You keep them down, you’re looking for words upon the floor. The words that say everything, but also nothing. Depression keeps us strangled. Depression keeps us anchored. Depression seeps into us like tea that’s just too bitter, so add a little sugar. We all need a little love, we all need a little letter. I need your eyes to do more than crying, I need your eyes to be smiling. Yes, smiling is more than just lips.