Consistency was never my thing,
Any context says so,
Certainty was just a fling,
But anxiety is waiting at home.
Consistency is repetitive and boring,
Always knowing what comes next,
But I found solace in its simplicity,
So I didn't like the sudden text.
The text was short but not sweet,
Dark in its words,
It only consisted of one question,
'Hey...have you heard?'
It was from someone I didn't expect,
A somewhat old friend of mine,
But from those four words,
I knew it was time.
She was going through alot,
From what I remember,
And we both lost a person,
That late December.
It ruined the consistency of things,
What happened then,
Because all were left were rings,
And my heart empty and aware.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC
Consistency was never my thing,
Any context says so,
Certainty was just a fling,
But anxiety is waiting at home.
Consistency is repetitive and boring,
Always knowing what comes next,
But I found solace in its simplicity,
So I didn't like the sudden text.
The text was short but not sweet,
Dark in its words,
It only consisted of one question,
'Hey...have you heard?'
It was from someone I didn't expect,
A somewhat old friend of mine,
But from those four words,
I knew it was time.
She was going through alot,
From what I remember,
And we both lost a person,
That late December.
It ruined the consistency of things,
What happened then,
Because all were left were rings,
And my heart empty and aware.