these are the times when life slips by,
for the floors are wet with tears of longing
and all you want
is to feel the cool breeze on your skin
as life slips by.
leaving you, on your moonlit balcony,
to babysit your unhinged emotions.
sadness, who was uninvited but still showed up
wasted and blurry-eyed.
happiness, clinging onto her last thread of relief
anger, sleeping.
but not deeply.
and serenity.
the balance.
as serenity does not have boundaries.
because you can find serenity in anger
in sadness
in happiness,
and in the moment.
so these are the times when we know that it's awful
that we've hit rock bottom.
but we play some music,
lay down,
and enjoy it anyways.
