Life is curved
in the shape of a flower,
a curved trajectory
that loops back on itself
repeatedly until the
last petal falls.

Loops within loops within loops
You got me jumping through your high hoops
And my hopes, my hopes are little scoops
Balled up by the pressure, dear

Breathtakingly, beautifully, brilliantly designed
Elegant, lucky lover redefined
Braver than, brighter than a silent star roaring, roaring, against unending night
Tell me that you need me here.

I have a vicious cycle.
It starts with being happy
proud
successful.
Then something changes,
and i'm sad and scared,
then I am too jaded to write about beautiful things.
But I always come around,
and I write about hope.
That no matter what happens,
I will always have hope,
and that drives me forward
and I break the surface of the deep water
finally getting a breath of fresh air,
and i'm happy,
proud,
and successful once more.

It's an infinite loop
a routine that I can't break.

But what do I avoid writing about?
What would break this loop, this routine?

*To be continued...