Elucidating Questions

Suddenly realising I feel fine

But I don’t know why.

All things considered, nothing has but it could,

I should be more afraid of the possibilities,

But I don’t think I can be afraid of the future after how many times I fucked up in the present.

I just keep fucking up.

I don’t know how to answer your questions officer.

You see the exhaustion under my eyes has too many reasons behind it

Just a crack in the dome,

One of many.

Bloodshot eyes and broken smiles interconnected to the web of so many problems not enough answers.

Why wouldn’t he answer me?

Why wouldn’t either of them answer me?

So many questions.

I’ve been assured I’ll never know the answer so the hill grows steeper as I try in vain to leave it behind because every time I turn around

I’m suddenly there again with a thousand things to say, but one stupid thing falls out

And it doesn’t get me anywhere.

Hello,

Nice to meet you,

I’m worried about you, are you okay?

But I get frustrated with the whispering in my brain and want it to be someone else’s fault.

Can’t get the thorns out of it.

The flower wilted long ago, but part of me still believes the lies that say

With the right touch it could bloom again.

Most of me can’t picture anything so obviously a lie.

Regardless.

If I’d never met him I’d be happy.