did you ever scream into the night air
you could feel it scream
you ever gulp down your own fingers
to stifle it?
sadness is not wisdom!
she hisses in my ear
your perfect blue does not exist.
it is not rare to be unhappy.
it only becomes worth noting
when you are dead.
but i am not dead,
at least not yet.
and i'll enjoy the fight of living
until i get too tired to go on.