like a placebo effect, i tell myself i'll be okay.
the small act of taking an effect-less medicine
seems to assure myself that i'll feel better tomorrow.
this hope i had were like pills– taking a few so i don't lose my purpose,
but not too much just in case life turns its back on me.
disappointment is like a fall,
so don't climb tall cliffs or you'll die when you fall,
for life doesn't provide you a safety strap.
hope is something full of contradictions,
it was the backup when my engine ran out,
but it was also like an unwarranted acceleration,
pushing me to lose my control,
leaving me to crash and burn.
YOU ARE READING
scribbles and incoherent words
Randomwords i probably should have said, or should never have uttered at all- but most importantly, words that never reached you.
