nothing seems to change
the darkness grow darker
the anxiety grows more anxious
reaching out for help
only to receive
further complications
the only change might be
the capability to express
that everything is still
the same

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nothing seems to change
the darkness grow darker
the anxiety grows more anxious
reaching out for help
only to receive
further complications
the only change might be
the capability to express
that everything is still
the same
going under
and falling apart
are not the highest estimated
experiences
but they might be of greater value
than most people expect
diving deep into the mystery of sadness
is proportionally expanding
the mystery of joy
not to be mistaken by
satisfaction
reaching the end
of what is humanly possible
is not to be considered
a failure
just and observation of
where the limit is drawn
respecting ones limits
is the beginning of
love
holding back tears
does not mean
that one is not crying
to accept
that everything is
as it should be
when nothing is
as one had expected it to be
is a challenge
shaping the mind into living
in gratitude
also what it is not capable
to grasp
to convince oneself
that somebody else is being
responsible for ones suffering
is indeed a way
to stay
in the illusion of innocence
but not necessarily
a way to joy
this does not mean
that the very same somebody
cannot have caused the suffering
only that joy is to be found
somewhere beyond
misty dawn
bringing what had been
considered
long forgotten memories
to the mind
memories of dreams
lost
in the effort
to be righteous
dreams somehow still claiming
their right
to be
had the moon not already set
had it been covered
by layers of dense mist
had the words not already been said
had they been covered
by layers of mystery
now
that the moon has set
and what was never to be mentioned
been said out loud
is an opportune time
to pray
being paralysed
in some part of the body
or even if only in ones mental capacity of action
is a considerable impediment
to live with
being paralysed
and powerful
just the same
is a perpetual walk on an invisible tightrope
invisible for everyone else
than oneself
stars shining bright
the last leaves holding on
while most of the forest is naked
changing the point of gravity
in what is to be taken
for granted