Old holes with new vacancy and a new capacity to be
filled; with beauty and lore just living one more day to
recover from the gunshot. There’s a new way, diving into the
seas, indulging (in limpidity); instead of stopping halfway living
in the sun, but diving into asphyxia to gain a form of twisted
self-worth. Talking to the higher good with cryptic
intentions–begging for help, reaching the final stop sign.
Pain in subsequent diversity, an addiction, I admit, and
obsession greeting.
Headstrong and relentless; be in your efforts
Evade the subject!
Happiness shouldn’t lay in the thresholds of pain.