It perplexes me, mental illness just isn’t sexy but a best foot forward is still the mentality, this complexity is convexed by necessity so we’ll slide in perpetuity to the edges of sanity, always scratching to climb that swelling dome of finality in search of what we’re supposed to be as if there’s any answer that’s cheap or free. What have I done? What have I become? Is this lifetime spiritually plumb? Aren’t we supposed to add up to more than the sum? Lay me down, please let me sleep, these aren’t the pieces I wanted to keep, embrace fatigue, concede and breathe, this is the actual truth I need. Have you ever landed when you fall in a dream? You hit the ground running and you don’t dare scream, nothing you see is what it seems, then the illusion comes clean. Insignificant peasant of a cosmic being, fooling yourself by giving significance to feeling. Drowning in my night caps I tripped on my victory lap, fact is fact and this ending is apt, I was never going to make it to the finish line intact. Just another lost soul balancing your whole, ready and uniformed at a moments notice to pretend I have control.