It's that time of year when its always really weird.
At first it doesn't phase me, but then the heaviness grazes me.
I sink into myself and don't see anything else.
Nothing ever really makes sense until I go into those depths.
I take a look around and notice every memory that leads to nothing but frowns.
It always brings me down and shows because it's not afraid of the crowd.
None of this tries to hide nor does it try to lie, its all the brutal truth and it never seems to move.
It has always stuck around, it is not too far from underneath my ground.
I grab my shovel and bury it all over again.
I then get a sense of relief and a hint of regret because I feel it happening all over again.
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