this isn't happiness

A place where good advice comes few and far between.

Where getting fed isn't the primary places you think it ought to be.

Having someone legitimately know the places you've been,

and where you stand now,

and how awfully difficult it is.

the life I've lived in staring at you through my peripherals

not knowing ever what to really say with meaning

but wanting to say anything to know you

being shot down, completely shattered

it makes it that much more interesting to know

where you stand now,

and how awfully difficult it is.

the funny thing about seasons are that they aren't seasonal.

they last for YEARS sometimes.

while hopes and dreams are all fun and games

until I realized I wrapped them around your dynamite.

getting picked back up - out of love or sympathy to see

where you stand now,

and how awfully wonderful it is.

this is hard, and joyfully something fierce.