As the days go by, sun and moon rising and falling as if on the worlds most accurate and annoying timer, days that seem beautiful can seem so dark to those of us battling to find the lights at night and to step out of the shade into the sun, people always say “ this too shall pass” but fuck if you really think about it that saying is for both the good and bad, good times will pass leaving the ghost of laughter and smiles and in its place you find the sadness and pain crawling back to the places once filled with joy and hope.
The more time you find yourself looking within the more you don’t like what you find, the saying goes “no matter where you go there you are”, so you can never really run away from what is within, but what about the happiness? What about the laughter? The joy and hope? well, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but those are fleeting emotions and those do pass unless you’ve taken the stance of not giving a fuck 100% of the time you will always be plagued by this and the pain of your past.
Some people will tell you that happiness comes from within, let me put it into perspective, if you are happy with who you are and don’t give a fuck what the world thinks you are better off but still not happy, you will still be clouded by the past even if you’ve come to terms with it or even “dealt with it”.
Such a comical thought process that we can delete the pain and trauma of our pasts and skip through the rest of our lives with smiles and not worry about the problems we once worried about.
I do believe the neurotypical people have got the oblivious thought processes down pat, I mean who the fuck wakes up in the morning and doesn’t want to slit their throats instead of having a shower? I mean what the hell is wrong with you? How could you be so keen on the day?
See for some the days are the saddest times and we tend to welcome the night, knowing that the souls who feel the same are awake at the same time sharing their pain on their platforms, showing the world how the rest of us think and feel, you know, the people you look down on… the ones you told to just be happy or get over it? You remember them right? You were at their funeral saying you didn’t see the signs or lying about how close you both were to get a little sympathy…
Makes me laugh, the only time people truly care is when you are in a fucking box!
