Sometimes it comes,

Sometimes it goes,

If it will last,

You'll never know,

When morning breaks

And nights are slow,

Take in a breath, and chill. 

Seasons change, 

Air grows cold. 

Leaves are falling, 

Harsh winds blow.

Heart leaves quick,

You lose your soul. 

And you remain, still. 

Sales Pitch

Sit and talk with me awhile, 

Your words are so intriguing. 

Wring me dry through endless guile,

Make me believe; deceive me. 

Take me by the hand and pull,

Lead my thoughts astray. 

Fill my desires; make me whole,

Subtly creep away. 

Let me ponder dusk til dawn,

Leave not one clue more. 

Burn the image my head's drawn,

Eat away the core. 

Cunning with your calm demeanor, 

Selling your falsified picture of self.

Feed me your bullshit on this golden platter,

Turn me into one more notch on your shelf. 

Have you ever had those days? Those days where, no matter how great or amazing, no matter how loved you feel, no matter how much you realize that what's done is done and there's nothing that can possibly change the past, you still dwell on it? 

It doesn't escape your mind. You try and try, to no avail. Nothing can rid your head of this daunting image that seems to pour through every pore, soar through every sore. 

Nothing helps. 

But it will be okay.

Sit back. 

Take a deep breath. 

Life carries on.

It's so hard to understand sometimes, I know this. Believe me, I know. 

But life goes on. And you will make it through.