Jan 2018
Alone. Sad. And Happy
A weird combination of the sorts. Not often felt all at once, but tonight is a strange one
I’m alone. I’m sad. And for some reason there is a glimpse of cheer in my heart
It’s like a shooting star, beautiful but shocking.
Not many people see shooting stars. Something like 1 in 4,000 see one in a lifetime.
Don’t take that statistic seriously, I just made it up
Perhaps I make up a lot of what I say/or feel. Definitely what I feel.
Alone. Sad. And Happy!
How could anyone feel those emotions together.
Might as well throw Peanut Butter, Ketchup, and Swiss Cheese on a sandwich and call it Breakfast.
It never makes sense, and if anyone goes home and tries to make that…don’t! I can tell you that it tastes just as awful as the origin of the analogy from which it came.
Alone. Sad. And Happy.
There’s no making this up, this ugly mad scientist concoction of feelings, this frankenstien monster of emotion cannot be compared to that of simple hunger, thirst, sadness, heartbreak, or grief.
This is depression! At it’s finest!
Leaving the downtrodden with just the glimpse of hope to stay hopeful. A poisonous seed that is no flower but a **** that suffocates and chokes only to be pulled and grown over and over.
A vicious circle that perpetuates Loneliness. Sadness. And Happiness. The most confusing meal that one will ever digest.
A weird combination of the sorts. Not often felt all at once, but tonight is a strange one
I’m alone. I’m sad. And for some reason there is a glimpse of cheer in my heart
It’s like a shooting star, beautiful but shocking.
Not many people see shooting stars. Something like 1 in 4,000 see one in a lifetime.
Don’t take that statistic seriously, I just made it up
Perhaps I make up a lot of what I say/or feel. Definitely what I feel.
Alone. Sad. And Happy!
How could anyone feel those emotions together.
Might as well throw Peanut Butter, Ketchup, and Swiss Cheese on a sandwich and call it Breakfast.
It never makes sense, and if anyone goes home and tries to make that…don’t! I can tell you that it tastes just as awful as the origin of the analogy from which it came.
Alone. Sad. And Happy.
There’s no making this up, this ugly mad scientist concoction of feelings, this frankenstien monster of emotion cannot be compared to that of simple hunger, thirst, sadness, heartbreak, or grief.
This is depression! At it’s finest!
Leaving the downtrodden with just the glimpse of hope to stay hopeful. A poisonous seed that is no flower but a **** that suffocates and chokes only to be pulled and grown over and over.
A vicious circle that perpetuates Loneliness. Sadness. And Happiness. The most confusing meal that one will ever digest.
