Over again...
It has trapped me back,
It fucking has me again.
Summer mourning,
Autumn mooning,
Fall moaning…
Sun race, victories on my chest.
Happiness came back, forgotten and forgiven past gone,
Pure beginning breath… Fantasies.
Isolation, loneliness, down self, social phobia.
Grave music, old pictures, salty water tasted by my tongue…
Own decision, trough myself into my cave, let me bite my depression…
Eventually I find myself only there.
NO blame any longer…
I fought myself so I could be flower,
I could be detached, smooth, present.
Smile back to the anger, laugh for the sake of it.
Put it together then I was out, no bad choices but next time changes.
Optimistic behave with no space for seconds thoughts.
Found no reason to not being myself.
But it came back…
Guess myself always came back…
