that feeling you get when you know you've ******* up
it joins you like dry existence and the morning dew
cold, harsh, instantaneous, and unwanted

unless you need it

nobody craves problem or drama, but somehow our minds trick us into thinking we do
unfortunately everybody recovers differently, a grab bag full of medical supplies
how dare we think we don't need to justify our reasons of unhappiness?
what will we become if we aren't able to solve the problems we have from within?
in my world with no god I look like the biggest fool of all
I just can't bring myself to simplicity, subtlety
I do see it slowly happen over time, however
Making a lunch to take to work, being on time, putting in effort
Some nights don't follow through, but those aren't the ones we count right?
may your mind help itself understand through the senses you use to perceive

good eve