Poetry From a Tired Heart

Just a Place, it's not home.

The dark side.
The part I would say every human has had a chance of reaching at one point or will have a chance of reaching.
Every human is entitled to their level of tolerance.
Enough pain with the gauge of just how much you can take.
The dark side is a personal experience.
Personal enough, which means it knows your limits.
It will never kill you.
You might feel like it's all crumbling down.
Always remember, it's just a phase.
Your basic and default setting is to stay alive.
The thoughts to do otherwise would come.
Never deviate from that which makes you a human.
Your humanity is there after all to make sure you think your selfish thoughts.
Thoughts of fighting to stay alive when every cell is saying its pointless.
The dark side is not your home.
It's just a place.
Be sure to always leave when you go to visit.
No one likes a visitor who overstays their welcome.
Always find your way home, no matter how lost you become, the wind can always be your compass and your ride.
Just let it blow.