Love is a beast as loss is a lust. Finding happiness is a sensitive fragile plateau that can be lost within a blink. I live on the positive . Breath the reality and yet wonder why. There is no answer, and no help. You have to figure it out, or get out. It crushes the one you think about. But no one run to really find out. Complicated and confused and only get factual beyond the year. Sleep is great but can’t bring you back to the embryo state where you can react. To figure and wonder only brings thunder as others hide you drop inside.
Midnight, moonlight, madness