I used to think too much. Now I think about thinking. Except when I don’t, and that feels the best of all.
always at square one
standing with just the humble hope for love
the world before us, pure potential
yet indifferent, ultimately
can grasping at it ever feel stable?
Life is fucking stark sometimes.
We picture days filled with such warmth. Basking in companionship, smiling at our own contentment.
But these experiences pass like any other. We are cast back into raw aloneness.
Thoughts of change flicker
Against a slow peace
— — —
This time a gentle weight of certainty brings comfort