Axiom

Cyanotic


A bitter sense of bliss. So easy to dismiss. Cast away the remaining doubts and repeating all the faults in me. Open eyes begin to strain upon recalling all the pain. My thoughts begin to blur as it all becomes so absurt to me. Reflecting on the past in times of haunting regret.
I can barely begin to stand on my own two feet again.
The weight of worry brings me down to my knees. With every passing thought comes the wavering of ease. Af adding reminder of all that's beautiful i