My eyes forever opened, robbed from the idea of innocence.
Opened the truth i can see it all
the good, the bad, the beautiful —
It is a beautiful, poetic thing to
see the broken
We all seek a solace, an invisible thing
yet we seek it nonetheless
Or we have abandoned the idea of it
and just wait for an end to it all
I am in a space of neither here nor there, but stuck in place is just as worse
Feeling hopeful and hopelessness
is truly an exhausting life
