Its that moment…
When you realize, maybe everything isn’t as fucked up as you thought it was…
Maybe things could actually be ok…
Maybe people are actually understanding, and will listen to the message you’ve tried so desperately to scribble down on whatever visible surface you could find.
That moment when everything lines up, the way it was undoubtedly meant to be.
The moment where the whole world seems at peace, and all those souls are harmonized into one sweet melody,the kind that will lift you off your feet, and bring you to those days that you felt alive and free.
The days where there was no confusion…
No hatred…
No second thought as to what the future might hold for you…
No cracks in the silver lining that is so commonly described as hope…
That moment you have all the answers…
That moment that you know what your heart truly wants, Truly craves, and truly wishes for.
… But then the alcohol wears off, and all your left with is the cold reality.
Everything is broken.
Or maybe, its just me that’s broken.
The latter is more believable.
