It doesn’t have to stay that way,

fright without solution, a feeling without feeling.

There’s a resolution, there always is.

An evening of perfection waning,

you with abated breath clench onto your boyish caprices until its revisited decline.

Nothing more natural to seek out agony,

again and again.

It’s the love sought for, an eternal quest.

The capacity diminishing yet inescapable  

for God sake believe that it’s there underneath it all.

You may need to be alone for a while,

it doesn’t mean you are lonely.

Embrace the struggle…

“How you gonna win when you ain’t right within?” – Lauryn Hill