If I could open up I would let all of these feelings out. I’d let them scatter and fall and sink to and through the oceans of endless pasts. I’d let them live behind me forever where they belong and should have resided from the start. No more aimless wondering, no more thinking of ways to cope. Finally being able to converge onto what truly matters most.

Happiness slightly ahead of my grasp, inching away as I feel the comfort and warmth that seeps from it’s aura. There only waits a void of incomplete, unreachable depths, dark as the blind stare into shut eyelids. Squeezing out every possible ounce of light. Sometimes it seems easy to let go and be lost in the abyss of helplessness to be alone with nothing but forgotten shadows.
The complexity so simple to understand but less likely to be obtained. With a constant urge to grasp and feel. To devour the feelings of endless torment to one day enjoy the soft sweet touch of what we all wish to achieve, to contain, to supply.

I do not perceive the notions of which build to create the enigma which we seem to seek intuitively. A naturalistic view that fuels our will to continue, to thrive, to understand. One day, far away, or closer than that, the end will be the start of what we once did not have and what we will never choose to release.