it comes and goes in waves,
being overwhelmed.
i wave back,
be it feebly,
from underneath
the expectations
the disappointments,
the discarded dreams
the porous cloud of vapour.
nothingness.
days like this you wonder
if it will ever really
get
better.
jesus says it will,
but i keep getting in my own
way.
what's new.
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