Relative to every person,
comparisons of pain
between friends is immature.
The microscopic stabs
that I see in the world around me
may actually be atomic bombs.

If beauty shines in knowledge
then I am lucky to have the
most attractive people to call my friends.
They all possess what most others yearn for,
the chance to express thoughts
actually filled with a basis.

It is the roaming ill conceived offspring
of the mind’s theories that tend to irritate. Focusing on hope is the only way to unlock the door that leads to fortified walls that wait for destruction.

Strength defeats weakness,
so I must endure the nights that
cause me to remember any ruinous times.
Recently I have extracted my resilience from the heartbreak that creeps on my friends.

Not to say that I am ecstatic to
witness sorrow from the people
I care for the most,
just satisfied to know there are
others fighting the same war I am.

As I said earlier,
differentiation between people’s pain
is fictitious.
Although the experiences may alter
from person to person,
the wounds are all of equivalent sizes.

Not being able to fall asleep
because of the shadow that
won’t go away is unexplainable,
but words don’t need to be said
since it happens to us all.
Forced slumber only transpires
to those who know what it feels like
to ache in the crevices of the
soul once unchartered.

My suggestion,
find the nearest map and
learn as many roads in the
world of your brain as possible;
only then can you honestly find
the trail that gears toward uninfected bliss.