Sometimes my life feels like a circle,
a never ending,
on going,
cycle.
and I don't know how to
stop it,
or change it,
or break it.
when I finally come close, it starts all over again. a whirlwind, tornado, set out to destroy me.
sometimes things begin to get better. life falls to a new rhythm, a new normal.
and it may not be the best, but I've made peace with it;
and it feels like, almost, I might be happy. maybe I can write my own story, start from scratch, forget all the past.
but then of course,
someone else makes a choice,
and leaves me alone,
to figure it out.
and when I finally come close, it starts all over again.
when I close my eyes,
and see my life,
the life I've always imagined,
I see something different,
than what I see now.
you see what I do, but forget why. you've forget my pain.
I explode inside,
sometimes slowly,
sometimes all at once,
but always eventually.
