Relapse

Life itself is broken. It just contains all the parts we need. So we consume it and turn the page again. Just to feel obliged. We just create and then let it fade away, only to face away with our memories.

Relapse, always comes from the side. You can never expect it, you can never guess when will the memories of your past haunt you.

It can happen on a blink, it can happen on a one night, it can happen even now. When night is eating you, broken spirits and open fears consume your soul, frigid smiles across the miles and guilty eyes, which summarizes a liars asymetry.

Irony itself is sweet. It always manipulates and eats you away, there is no shame in it, there is no shame in being the way you are.

Then panic makes a rush, decimation of anxiety, tribulations drifts away.

And we pray that tomorrow offers clarity.

We pray that rain washes away the panic of today.

Trivialities goes astray and we pray that tomorrow brings stability.