There's things in this world
That can't be found
That can't be found again
Whether lost or taken from us. I don't know which. Or if it matters.
But nothing hurts more than shame.
It's like losing a piece of yourself
Who you were or at least who you wanted to be.
Or maybe shame is a reminder of who we really are so the feeling is the disappointment of not being able to grow or forget
So how to release the beast or instead laugh at the joke of it all
That's the dance. That's the human condition.
Or maybe there's no condition, we're just board and have nothing meaningful to do instead.
- sleeps
