tears and joy, and laughter broke.
and the fear of commitment ringed.
lonely souls searching for a bright light,
walking under the the rain. freezing.

at night before time slows down,
they scream, they cry, they stop.
shouting out prayers to something.
while all the flowers they planted died.
while their beliefs are withering. cold.

is it right to escape? one begs an answer.
getting plastered, singing songs, crying out.
celebrating life without enduring the pain.
in life we learn, in alcohol they drown. fear.

nietzschean rhetoric and boredom.
reading under the moonlight is hard.
i am sorry. be well and happy like always.
without me you’d be fine. i know that now.