i know that everything is so fleeting and so brief,
but no one tells you that the flowing river always leaves a scar in the drought.
my chest hurts, and i know that my body is just trying to keep up with the spiraling fall,
into which my mind fell headlong,
and i know that everyone is so fragile and ephemeral,
but no one teaches you how to let go of this chain that tears the flesh.
where do i put all this weight, if not even my bones can handle the load that
my mind carries on its back?
i know that everything is so important to the process,
but no one shows you how to get out of this without having to give up your peace.
my body fights against me, and i know it's all a consequence of neglect
with which i pretend that I love and care for myself,
and i know that everything is so cause-and-effect in the world,
but who else can i blame for all that i've bled but myself?
