i’m paving way on a path i can’t see making my way through rose bushes pretending i don’t feel the ****** of fear i’m fighting through waves while i sink pretending i don’t feel the burn in my chest i’m walking through this murky fog pretending not to feel the heaviness it brings pretending to feel iridescent in the face of this as if i’m not seeping through the floor boards as life shows me the truth of my choices
life has a funny way of making everything feel weighted even when it's a picture of happiness. there must always be goodbyes.