Drown Your Disorders

The trees are dancing.

The world is white,

but I'm living in night.

I was down for maintenance.

“Nothing and everything.” I cried.

On the grounds that becoming older in age does not directly correlate with:

Knowledge, wisdom, or maturity

She wears failure as flawlessly as her mother.

Distant family members, discussing how you need to see each other more.

Hang out, have dinner, and see one another more than once a year.

The conversations are always the same; you laugh, smile, nod in agreement, embrace and disband until next year.

The same formalities drawn out and lines read off, according to procedure.

That we never quite get over. That claws into our back and makes a home inside our guts.

We’ll make good haste to bury them down deep, hide them away in the corner of our voids.

But They’ll find their way out, they always come back.

I’ll be wiser, kinder, and more patient than the day before.

One day, I’ll have less doubts.

One day, I’ll hold my head high; I’ll be sound.

A soft sad chuckle came next. It was meant as a joke, but it wasn’t.