Endless Foes & Mighty Blows

Last night was an endless fight
One after another they came
My blows started off mighty
Soon they became weaker and weaker
The onslaught was relentless
Forward I pressed on
Every one I fell take a toll
Paying the price with every blow my vision began to blur
Slower all movement became
With no end in sight I had no other choice
Thus I continued to fight


No such thing

Find your happy place
That’s what they say
Like it’s just found in a specific setting and set of circumstances
No wonder people ever find theirs

Happiness is less like a picturesque field and more like the ocean
It comes in waves both large and small
Always there and easily missed when its surrounded us for so long we forget what it feels like
Sometimes it might be tainted
Others littered with crap you have to wade through

Happiness, much like the sea needs to be explored full before you can appreciate it

Regards it’s always there
The longer you spend on land looking for your perfect place
Your happy place
Farther from it you actually go

Hello there, dearie

The one that got away
One I was too scared to connect with

There they were, looking at me as they did, smiling patiently while I hesitated
To push them away was my only option
Fear took hold because being vulnerable is only something the strong can handle
Only once have I taken such a step and it almost killed me, literally

It’s not the first time they’ve been by my side on the vast dreamscape
Such will never be anymore
That times passed and the opportune moment with it

We are foolish children in adult bodies
Still cowering in the corner scared of being alone
Frozen and unable to move
Hiding behind our strength and willingness to suffer

All that is yearned for is to allow it to happen
To fall deeply in to that abyss again
That will always be my most cherished memory and deepest regret because

You broke my heart.

Why bullshit yourself?

So many talk of letting go of all
Running away to a far off land
Never to return

Their idea of a blissfully simple life free from struggle
Free from responsibility
Alas they’re nothing more than the words of the scared

You can run
You can leave it all behind if you’re strong enough
You won’t though

Otherwise you’d have already slipped away in to the night unnoticed

The lies, stories and things we tell ourselves are nothing more than comforting escapism.