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 

air as chilly as ever 

the stillness in the streets 

the calm before the storm 

you know you're back to square one  

and it's getting harder to build yourself back up

history repeats itself 

doesn't it