fizzer

the house of sorrow ///

maybe I am bored by the surface. maybe I just know better. but whatever the case I can’t live up there. I can’t splash around and have fun like everyone else. I dive down here and stay down here. i am saddened by their displays of joy. i am confused by their focus on the insubstantial. there is too much to work through here. too much to work out. i can’t continue on pretending that nothing is wrong, that nothing can be fixed. I want to put my head down, into the wind. I want to fight my way into the fray. there is something beautiful in the middle of it all. there is something beautiful hidden in the thorns. the truth is ugly, but I cannot look away. the truth is the only thing that can heal. running from the truth does us no good, our feet are raw from the rough ground, our legs quickly tire. I welcome true joy, but at this point in my life there is too much to learn. too many stories to share in.