You ever feel like it’s all a joke…
We’ve created this complex landscape of feelings…
Where does it go really…
Usually, i press it down with a paper weight
The kind that’s light enough, but still… strong enough
to keep it from overflowing into the day…
I get flutters of it… butterfly kisses… barely there yet a delicate looming melancholy…
oh yes, this too shall pass…
when forced smiles become rotten positivity… And the comfort of escape whispers like a devil…
well there you have it…
Angel wings never felt so clipped… as when weighed down by paper… paper that covers the entirety of the sky…
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 