Like I've said before,
It's the rhythm of the core;
Earth re-instating my purpose and presence.
I find every day to be a battle.
As the fight between my heart and my mind rages endlessly.
How can one ever be sure of happiness?
Is it constituted by constant laughter?
Brought on by the company you keep?
Or is it a familiar foe that one ever truly meets?
A score and two years has passed,
And I feel as though I am still struggling to last.
My existence tastes so bittersweet.
I am so proud. But complete optimism somehow escapes me.
It's been too long since I felt like living for love was worthwhile.
My emotions are trapped in the ether;
Desperately waiting for them to be captured by one worthy.
The air turns cold and thin as I suffer within.
Loveless and lonely.
Heartless and ruined.
I yell into the night,
Awaiting a response from the one who is waiting for me.
-R.
