We are identical in our sorrow;
we are identical in our pain;
we are identical in the way we breathe.
Let us not be identical in vain.
Wishing happiness was a rite of passage and not a luxury.
Days when you feel like every bone in your body is broken.
When it hurts so much that it becomes difficult to even murmur in reply.
When you have to force yourself to breathe, that is when you truly feel like you are dying.
On some days you are like the rain, a long lost friend, when every drop seeps into my soul. On other days you are like a wall; cold and unrelenting, that is how difficult it becomes to communicate with you. I like consistency, I like clearly defined relationships.
We are all already surrounded by many walls in our lives, it’s the doors that we are desperately looking for.
And you are exactly what I love…
But in small doses
For sorrow does not leave,
no matter how happy I am.
Eyes are full and the heart is;
as empty as I am.