Where’s the romance in a coffee house, where’s the romance in my ability to see
the romance in a coffee house. Clearly the romance belongs to those who aren’t aware of the romance.

We who see it cannot participate in the romance. Just observe. Whether it be
ironic or envious, either way, there’s no way to ever burn your vision and experience and replace them with brand new lenses.

Where’s the contentment in your own home and life, wheres the contentment in my ability to see
the contentment in your own home and life. Clearly contentment belongs to those who fall on hard times and, in a bitterness, strive for contentment.

Those who don’t have it and never will, spit on those who do, not out of hate, or out of jealously,
but out of pity. Like romance, within romance, contentment can cause comfortability,
And terrific misery. Welcome the misery though, you’ll never get to experience this again once you
Cast it away.

Where’s the misery in anxiety and depression, where’s the misery in my ability to see
the misery in my anxiety and depression. Clearly misery belongs to those who are
Possessed by their anxiety and depression, but, not taken over by it. Clearly misery belongs to those who
Are close to those who are possessed by their anxiety and depression, and like a exorcism, the
Loved one dies in an attempt to extract the devils.