Sparkles, streaks, and teary eyes,
Oceans shimmer, but sadness shines.
A feeling heavens sent, light up silent sky.
Numb below the space, but even stars can cry.
When the hottest fire burns, even blood can boil.
Maintainable composure, for most requires toil.
Complaints from easy lifting, carries little weight.
But if it were a monster, at least I could escape.
Creeping willows, rooted snakes,
Underground where nightmares ache.
Ghosts of past, and future present,
Anxiety a stand in for adrenaline.
It feels so wrong to crave,
for things so full of pain.
But if I know, just one thing, from my time of cold indifference.
The furthest thing from bliss, is this isolated ignorance.