i am both awake and asleep
undefined and bound by what keeps me awake at night
unable to find sense
while senses eradicate the thought of being
less than what i once was before “once was” was a thing to me
no one ever tells you the part after the happily ever after, not so “happy” ending.
guess that’s what adulthood is…
an always beginning –
lightly salted though sweet once you find meaning.