I told myself a pretty lie
I almost convinced myself
Might have done the unthinkable
But scarce could let myself.
‘Twas you who
Got stuck in between
This convincing lie
I barely could swallow
Nor let you strive
To ascertain veracity.
“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” – Sarah Williams
Sometimes it’s this dark unfeeling vacuum that gives one the space and the break one needs in life. A whirlpool may cause destruction but in the midst of it all there is an abysmal calm. That’s how I feel. Too many problems, worries, frustrations surround me but I am not completely rattled or baffled.
Just distanced. Detached. And Resigned.