we get high
in our lows;
sipping sorrows
while blankly
staring at walls.
we crave for pain
as much as we
desire to be sane --
hell, we'd even
immortalize
sufferings
in our writings;
singing about a tear
shed too soon,
an attempt to clear
a busy mind
and a restless soul;
well, that's a life lived
when we get high
in our lows.
l.d.r.h.
