The wall

There’s always something blocking ahead. There’s always the wall; thick and made up of stones and concrete. I can kick it. I can try to punch it down with all my passion, but it just won’t collapse. I shiver and pace in this forsaken room. The lights are dim and the cold clouds claim and

Misery

Now it seems like you were always the truly miserable one. I used to flutter around you like a smiling butterfly; sitting on your nose and then grabbing you with a gigantic hug. I used to giggle at you, face to face, while you remained stone cold and dark. I was like a happy-go-lucky rainbow