This is the second poem that I have ever published. The video is shot in various locations in Thessaloniki, Greece. The characters and the themes of the poem are fragments of my own life and experiences and it was written in hopes of providing comfort to people in similar positions. I want to thank my friends for doing a few cameos in this production and for supporting me in this project. I hope you enjoy it, Internet Friends.

Forever Humbled,
A kid with a camera

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🔰References

-The narrator is Tyler
https://www.artstation.com/sunshine-tm

-The music
LO.OSE - Cover Of The White Wall
https://open.spotify.com/track/7stLp0NmYJHKNxCsQLoT91?si=97da365f15b04f68

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I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix
G80
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GX80
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📷Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens
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🔰A Poem To A Friend With Depression by illneas
Where did you hide your smile?

Is it beneath your tongue or did you hide it on a drawing you made years ago?

Is it trapped behind the glass of a framed picture or did you hide it in a shoebox under your bed?

where you keep all those objects... ticket stubs, poems, pebbles from the seaside we visited

I wish you left your room more often or at least you allowed me to visit you

You said "the odyssey of our lives could be more than an oscillation between the things we didn't choose"

Therefore I shouldn't worry about you

When we were kids you used to give all your favorite toys away and I thought maybe this is what happened to your smile

You simply gave it away

I asked your parents about it and they told me that they did everything they could

I asked your friends about it and they told me it's impossible to help a friend with depression

You used to gift your smile to everyone so proudly until the day you didn't

The memory of you radiating happiness is fading

The best poems are hidden under a bed in a shoebox
maybe like your smile

Yesterday a stranger smiled at me
I smiled back at them
And for some reason, I knew

Dear Friend,
I wrote this poem to tell you
that I found your smile