Haunted happiness An outline of utterances and Self-flagellating phrases. Up then down where down dwells, Permanent resident in a shame shack. Black attack. Stepping back.
Sometimes I, myself, forget that it’s a marathon. I gotta say that lately I feel like the guy in the beginning of this video. I
Synapses overloading With each footfall. Fight or flight Bottled so tight And fervently held close. Neither a choice. Trading burdens for bargains And a bruised
At one I tried. At three I cried. At half past four With hollow arms Embrace denied Until at last With final glance It died.
Incessantly swinging the pendulum plays with us. Left to right to left again. Repeating. Defeating. Who winds that drum and separates these weights Bound by
What is and what it must be. Knowing. All yearning so pure still powerless against it. All the burning. The wanting. The wishing. The waltzing,