I know everything will be alright, one day,
somehow. It’s my way
of seeing that the world is too perfect for anyone to see
somehow. It’s my way
of seeing that the world is too perfect for anyone to see
and that most have given up. People’s mistakes are their misfortunes
but our luck.
We are able to see what went wrong and go
on to never create the same misfortune upon ourselves.
As I sit here with the ability to learn,
my head feels damp with pressure that builds upon itself
like a disease,
but as the piano rolls out the clef notes upon the air around me,
I feel life and my release.