Hi there, it's me again.
I'm not sure of my own feelings,
and I can't even answer a simple question to myself:
"What are you feeling right now?"
I was totally okay for the past few weeks,
and then, as always,
some little shit comes along
something that makes me immune to the happy pills I've consumed,
something that makes me forget the silly little butterflies that used to make me giggle.
Just because a little shit came by,
I put myself in the darkness,
without understanding the reason.
The door is left open,
but I can't bring myself to step out
just lingering inside, thinking of ways to escape.
And the cycle keeps repeating.
When I finally get myself out,
I only sit on the threshold:
enjoying the bright side of life,
but not fully letting go of the room behind.
