perspective

chaos is the sculptor of beauty

the glistening snow hiding cracks in the asphalt

I tried to find my way home

but everything looked different

memories flood to me every morning

they’re gone by sundown

a life of fleeting moments to try and hold on to

I used to be glad I had a poor memory

but now I don’t want to forget you

karma

here’s to you

for every fucking time I fell

and dragged you down with me while you held on for dear life

for every fucking mistake

for every fucking tear that I took from you

from those trustworthy eyes, filled with fear and love

spilling from your damaged heart down your cheek

I promised I’d put it back together

I promised I’d change

I promised no more empty promises

that was the last time I saw you

and I can assure you

karma’s a bitch

truth

faint music shimmered into existence

the sound stumbling up the stairs

trickling in through the windows

a familiar and foreign melody

it sounded hopeful

the hope that rises out of grief

the rebirth after decay

a symphony spilling onto reality

and within the noise lied meaning

lied answers

the music grew louder

and louder

it became deafening, shaking the foundations that had laid since the beginning

and yet it was ignored

for we were too overstimulated by the lies

and too cautious to accept the truth