And again, I find myself in that familiar territory.
A bed of rocks.
Woods full of plant of thorns,
And rivers of tears.
Its all serene when you look from outside
But a fierce battle rages within.
A battle without winners or losers.
A battle without sides.
Oh, the inexplicable, unreasonable, abominable pain!
How you unsettle me,
But how I can't live without you.
Like a sharp arrow digging deep into the flesh
You dig well into my spirits.
But yet, I have started loving this.
I want no potion to get rid of you.
You are the perpetuity of my being
Those brief moments of joy are a glitch.
Oh the inexplicable, unreasonable,
abominable pain!
How I can't live without you.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 12:45 AM UTC
And again, I find myself in that familiar territory.
A bed of rocks.
Woods full of plant of thorns,
And rivers of tears.
Its all serene when you look from outside
But a fierce battle rages within.
A battle without winners or losers.
A battle without sides.
Oh, the inexplicable, unreasonable, abominable pain!
How you unsettle me,
But how I can't live without you.
Like a sharp arrow digging deep into the flesh
You dig well into my spirits.
But yet, I have started loving this.
I want no potion to get rid of you.
You are the perpetuity of my being
Those brief moments of joy are a glitch.
Oh the inexplicable, unreasonable,
abominable pain!
How I can't live without you.
I find myself in the grip of that familiar, abominable claws of regressive depression. And somehow I find a hostage to it. A hostage with Stockholm Syndrome
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