Things seem to be going along so well,
when out of the blue she'll say something.
Just so matter of factly. I know she's right
but my
heart sinks anyway.
Why do I let myself get so close?
Why do I leave myself open?
Sometimes I think I would be much better off
being a solitary
monk ...in
cave ...in the
mountains.
I start to
think too much, I enter into
duality
and proceed to break myself down,
Into conflicting
component parts,
that don't make any sense
and I find that I don't make any sense
my own advice grates on my mind
You get to the point where your thoughts spiral in
and all you can do is sit quietly with your
depression
and
wait for it to kill you.