The feeling of happiness can blissfully
intoxicate, but certain resolve sometimes
allows for none.
Fear to anxiety
Anxiety to hiding
Hiding to depression
Depression to despair
Despair to retrieve …
Consoled by red wine, pardoned with vomit; fairy dust awakens and cutting is arresting.
All accepted as a social conundrum.
Judgment to responsibility
Responsibility to anxiety
Anxiety to faith
Faith to action
Action to performance …
Beliefs about fate and gratitude swirl around.
There are moments of prickling ups without the use of harmful aids.
I’m integrated with the social norm.
Pressure to keep it going, angered by dull overseers and imprisoned by a repetitive ballad restarts the rhythm.
Searching for something means that there is something worth finding. And no matter how small or big that something is, and regardless of being able to clearly articulate it, “it” does exist. Close your eyes, lay still and see it now. Cycles will come and go, thoughts and feelings will alter, and time ensures that no one is exempt from finding their glory.
Your song will change.