Never truly had the balance, nor the patience
to really be in sync with reality’s harsh brutality.
I’ve always coated my blues with hues of nostalgia
and rose colored shade of happier times in tact.

I see relief when I stand in the pouring rain as it falls,
a sense of weightlessness when a melody strikes my ears,
it feels like I can’t be torn apart, almost like I’m indestructible.

it’s like a kiss of calm; something I rarely feel,
and sadness feels like a distant memory.

“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little,
love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life.
But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.”

Sylvia Plath.