Chapters of the Mind.

My stomach clenches
tight as a knot
and for a second I struggle to breathe.
Wet sleeves,
tired eyes,
weary mind.


If you can't attach importance to happiness then I serve no purpose, and therefore am useless.


I have never wanted these two things more
and it's not even for me but I hope to be there.
I'll tell everyone I was right and that it had to happen someday.


You're so beautifully deep,
but so deep that the light can't reach the bottom
and the darkness is dangerous.


I am a cliché, and I believe in all the ideals.
They happen and they are fun.


I am acutely aware.
I am watching.
I am feeling.


It worries me that every moment is so fragile but I intend to keep them.
It feels like I'm walking towards the end of the world and I might just fall off.


I suppose the only thing to do is go with it and see what happens, and capture the sunlight amongst the rain.