WritingbyJordan

From me to you

The littlest thing is like a spark

a comment or look

that sets my brain on fire

This madness inside has no purpose or reason

But yet, you know

To come and go

Sometimes it stays

It’s odd to think how many people come and go

So many emotions and feelings and spirits

just drift away like dust

Appear then vanish like they never existed

If there is a flip side to this

depression, I wonder if I’ll ever see it

Though

we are all one

everything flows through everything

but you can’t live like that forever

can’t be connected all the time

Eventually you’ll have to look in the mirror

And though there is no self

You have to create one to survive

the irony being that

myself is killing me