elemental mentality.

everything falls apart

chips away

crumbles

sometimes

it appears to happen

right before our eyes

or at least it feels

and looks that way

elemental damage

is causing me mental damage

tonight

i'm seeing things
break down

wither away

decay

i don't like it

but

when has that ever mattered

?

erosion is inevitable...

i guess

when we feel good

we simply aren't thinking about that

now that-

i like

bliss

without feeling

blissful

being in "la-la land"

without even knowing it

wonderful

beautiful

euphoria

then

as soon as the thought

that the feeling might stop

sometime

anytime

at some point

be it

sooner

or

later

there it goes...

the door is kicked in

and we're back

to emptying fuel tanks

fossilized insect wings

browning leaves

and greying

thinning hair

as if gravity

just landed a solid blow

to the solar plexus
we lose our wind
our sails drop
and it's then
as my head drops
and my chin
reaches my chest
and my
slightly moistening eyes
slowly close
i beg a question:

how can we decide

?

what could provide us

with the faith enough

to feel some sort of validation

that anything could even be:

real

?

an answer that isn't just

an opinion

that lets us know

that there truly is

either more

or less

significance

in what we believe

in what we feel

is beauty

or ugliness,

reality

or dreams,

good

or bad,

right

or

wrong

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