a drunkard's best friend
in times of
loneliness
insanity
desperation

but doesn't really
cure any of these
um
feelings

gives you
courage
confidence
to do what your heart
wants when sober
yet kills you
by the minute

we wake up every morning
to the sun
creeping in through
the gossamer curtains

the rays of the sun
traveled all the way
into your room
to brighten up your day

but all you ever search for
first thing in the morning
is the artificial light
from the screen of your cellphone

why cant you take some time
to stop and stare
at the dust falling around you
dancing in the ever iridescent sunlight

your eyes drag across words
spilled onto the pages of a book
and as you read on
the more you wish

that the world you live in
was as predictable
as the love story
you're reading

with every turn of a page
with every word that pulls at your heartstrings
you yearn for that life, that love
but all you can do*

is get pulled into
the chaos and misery
we label as reality
when the words run out

but then you remember
that a beautiful mind
wrote that book

how bad can the world be
with people that remind us
that there are little things in life
that are worth living for