These intricacies of life dangling
by the seemingly hopeful threads of despair,
And here I am left with only one
simple fleeting thought that
there is only so much we can do.
So how much is that?
How much can I do?
How does anyone know when they are at the end…
how does anyone know when they are approaching it
in order to make one final last ditch effort to
to be better?
is it possible?
to do better that is,
to be better…
or is everyone stuck on this roller coaster…
(oh goodness, how I hate roller coasters)…
and this never ending hopelessness,
being enveloped by that same empty black cold abyss
and yet here is where I find myself
time and again,
tumbling down that rabbit hole
to a place of exactly where it all began.
Exactly where I do not want to be.
Exactly where I hope no one else would ever be.
Yet sometimes exactly where I was meant to be…
sometimes where we all were meant to be.
So while there are these little pockets in life of
there appears to be just as many pockets
of heart aching happiness.
So in life we can either choose to relish
in that warmth
that thing called happiness.
Or we can allow ourselves…
no, force ourselves to be consumed by those pockets of
Time to let it all go,
well not let it go but
accept it for what it is,
exactly how we should be accepting each other
for who we are.
I believe so.
That I am not entirely certain of.
That is the undeniable beauty of life…
I am unexpected,
You are unexpected,
We all are…
That is life…
Welcome to it.
I will see you there.
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