We don’t have to brave a fight to heal
Tomorrow is a new day
but today is war
we bear the heat of uncompromising terror,
press play on life
set actions into motion
our lovers become foes
Happiness is subjective
balance is trivialized
Darkness leads to a fathomless abyss of bliss,
Man in his feral state concludes;
Content is happiness.
Scary isn’t it?
The unforgiving nights,
when fog rises up the hill
Our faces, whitewashed
marred by the satirical tides we are yet to discover
but must confide in.
Hence, we sip nectars of laudanum
through straws of addiction
the urn feeds attachments
we hope will never run out
we’re seated in a row
unchaste in our demeanor
half boisterous; half nonchalant
on the bus to what is an unknown change;
or to change the unknown
a sign that reads,”divergent only.”
on its bumper
Our mutual feelings, unresolved
When there’s no easier way of letting go
because the truth is only worth denying once.