Of being broken and rising,
again to invest in a barrage of feelings,
diving headlong into something again
without much thinking.
For in that dive lay happiness,
for following the heart.
And thus it pains,
As it beats itself and crunches.
For matters of distance calls,
but maybe that's not
enough to melt the shards of pride
which stick in veins of life.
Ah life... a series of experiences
without judgement, all are
needed for the feeling to be alive
Without which man ceases to feel
the blood in his eyes, in his heart.