when it's 6:22 pm.
the sunlight is spilling through the windows.
the music is blasting through the speakers.
and my bare feet squeak against the cold tile
as i'm dancing with my friends in the kitchen.
i am okay.
only bliss exists
all prior pain is meaningless
and i do not need to be saved.
but when it's 6:22 pm
and i've woken up from my third nap of the day
which i never used to take before
my head pounds and my heart aches
and i remember how truly exhausting it is to be alive
i am not okay.
all prior happiness is meaningless
and i desperately need to be saved.
