Desperation colours me in ways I do not enjoy
I do not like when I will do anything to survive
I do not enjoy the things I do
It’s much easier to exist when I don’t have to worry about anything
It doesn’t much matter who I am when who I am isn’t preventing me from surviving
I wish the dreams wouldn’t fade away
I feel like I tripped over one just then
Maybe my mind will write new ones
Somehow I have to just continue with this onward momentum
Without looking too close at the recent past when I had nothing
I feel like they’ve fallen there
When I reach the answer I always realise why there was no clear explanation
I curse how vague you all are
Surprises stress me out
And then I reach it and know knowing wouldn’t have helped
How I agonize while waiting
Life is
There isn’t a word
Chaotic and crazy and tragic and scary
And it is so hard to placate myself with past enjoyment as a reason to see the future
When weighing hard on me is the truth that I have to suffer until that unknown possible better day
And I still don’t know who, what, how,
I am
If I needed something to keep me busy
So that I wouldn’t get stuck on it
I can almost excuse all the bad behaviour over the last few months
Just desperately trying to seek a tomorrow that was different
The desperation
Rather I should be in awe of the continuance
Somehow I carried me here
Despite it
Despite the desperation
Thank you for every night that ended the same
That you didn’t give up
Somehow we are here
何と無く
Something and nothing
And, no, I don’t think it was “worth it”
That greatly diminishes and invalidates your pain all those days
All those years
Doesn’t acknowledge the temporary aspect of this moment
But you made it
Here we are
A moment of reprieve from the hell
A thank you to the past isn’t enough
Dancing in desperation
How do I let go of that pain?
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