Dragging Afloat

You're smiling like you're happy, but you're really smothered and hopeless, worried of being alone for the rest of your life. Know that I'd take you and your thoughts and your aberrant moods... I would take you and be with you and talk about confusion and purpose. I'd show you my darkness, and I'd look into yours, and if we couldn't find any light around us... I suppose I'd hold your hand.

Untitled Prose 5

What happened to that glint of darkness, the sad shadow always tugging at your shirt? Where is your struggle, your intellectual grief? I can't tell if it's raining or not, and you don't care anymore. You've finally given in. Is there anyone honest enough to commit to a lousy existence?