// this never dies //

b l i s s

I wish I never knew.

I pretend I know what it means to be alive,

but I don't.

So I just reside in my bones and let the feelings

sink deep down.

It comes in waves, but it never leaves.

It is always in the ache in my chest; 

in the pit of my stomach.

It is all temporary, so do I hold on or do I just let go?

Maybe I was never meant to truly know what it feels like.

I wish I knew.

//h.g.