yup. ok. fine.
the river has dried up.
i don’t want to move on
from this spot along the banks.
but that’s how its gotta roll.
why do they get over me,
There’s so much that can be said, and yet so little that gets taken to heart. Its not that we don’t see the logic in those words, but they are just purely cold, hard words, that have very little impact on the emotions toiling in our breasts. The different layers of our consciousness doesn’t always meld.
And no matter how much I don’t want to care, to think of, to worry, to believe. I do. Even if it all comes back as a joke, blowing up in my face. So be it.