Life makes a waste of itself. Hanging precariously onto nothing. Tragedy, bad decisions, regret curled into every action. A moment of elation crushed under the weight of reality. Nothing more. Endlessly.
All I ask, all i've ever asked of ... honesty. No games. No false emotions. No lies. Cut & dried, nothing masked.
Wash away the sorrow, the wistfullness, surrendering to an aching desire for relief - into mind numbing release. Comfort that brings confusion yet hazardously invites chaos. Here I remain, drowning in reality with glimpses of a false triumph lingering in view.
4 months ago