Literature
My Dream, My Haze
A dream. A haze.
Such is my life, I move through it thoughtlessly
But also over thinking every action,
doubting my every move.
And yet, I cannot bring myself to change
The rhythmic, robotic impulses
That I have become so comfortable in.
My near downfall, and my saviour.
Confliction.
Over and over, the same tasks
The same people, the same places.
The familiar hurt, that lovely ache
The hint of hope
Following promising words.
The bittersweet sigh of my insides as I demolish that hope.
Over and over, I deny myself hope
And deny myself disappointment.
The familiar joy, the lovely flood of relief
When I tell myself I expecte