My pain is like a deep ocean and I am wading in it
Waiting in it…
There is no rescue. There is no life preserver. It’s only me, staring down the barrel.
I feel it so deeply, and somehow strangely comforted. I’m not alone. Others suffer with me.
Will I ever see a day where I don’t feel this aching pain? This longing for a home to call my own, I wonder…?
Sometimes all I have is this thorn in my side and… I can’t see. Pre-occupied with something… Pre-occupied…
We all suffer from the same conditions and yet instead of caring and understanding, our own pain causes us to inflict pain on others.
If I could end everyone’s pain at once, I would. The world would be a better place. The truth is, this place is cursed.
It’s only what you make with what you have that matters.
I will carry on because it is what I do but am I the reason for this pain or is it something else? I wonder… Pre-occupied with something… Pre-occupied…
Artistic Apathy 