Perhaps one day I’ll look back knowingly
And smile with a twinge of sadness because you never fully forget the angst.
They don’t explicitly talk about it, you know.

The Angst.

The keepers of comfort shield the hopeful eyes from the sad truth.
Do they know it’s universal?
No wonder there’s hype over anesthetics.

“Let’s distract ourselves!”
Okay!

You can’t hide from what’s inside of you, you know.
“But you’ll learn one day, little girl.
Oh, little girl, one day you’ll understand.”

Okay!

Perhaps one day.