everything is temporary
do you notice how it takes almost all of you to build your happiness bit by bit every minute of every day every day of every week to feel as content as you are today to feel happy on your own nothing's wrong, no one's hurting you and yet you go in search of that one thing you know will and you feel that familiar pang in your chest but you continue to look and at this point you've somehow managed to make yourself unhappy again thoughts, feelings & shit you know it was your fault you wanted to know and sometimes just sometimes ignorance is bliss here's to another starless sky here's to another sleepless night the thunderstorm, your old friend that playlist, familiarly playing in the background and as you sit at the edge of your desk, facing out the window with your favourite view, that very silence at 3/4am ...